"Monet Refuses the Operation Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris ...it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of... lamps as angels, to soften... blur and finally banish the edges... to learn that... the horizon does not exist and sky and water, ...apart, the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral... built of... shafts of sun and now you want... ...youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, ...wisteria separate from the bridge... Houses of Parliament [that do not] dissolve ...to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don’t know each other, ...The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, ...so quickly... it would take... ...my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! ...shapes, these ... burn to... change our bones... to gases. how heaven pulls earth... to claim this world, blue vapor without end."