I just remembered two images from the poet Frank Standford. I discovered Standford's poetry in 2007. He is dead, and his images kill me. Just the images. He doesn't even need a whole poem. Like these two I just remembered, which I am typing here from memory so they might not be 100% accurate. If they don't kill you then they're not 100% accurate.

1. The night is a horse with its eyes shut.

2. The strange country of childhood

like a dragonfly on a long dog chain.