My mind slues round back at my throat, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, Folks are they are no household of mine around me, but.
My mind slues round back at my throat, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, Folks are they are no household of mine around me, but. Ever the difficult unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sunlight, ever the atmosphere as well as the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my next-door next-door neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable question, ever that thorn’d thumb, that breathing of itches and thirsts, Ever the vexer’s hoot! Hoot! Till we find in which the sly one hides and bring him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing fluid of life, Ever the bandage underneath the chin, ever the trestles of death. In some places with dimes regarding the eyes walking, To feed the greed associated with stomach the minds liberally spooning, Tickets buying, using, offering, however in into the feast never ever when going, numerous sweating, ploughing, thrashing, after which the chaff for re payment obtaining, A few idly owning, and additionally they the wheat constantly claiming. This is basically the town and I also have always been one of many residents, Whatever interests the others interests me personally, politics, wars, areas, magazines, schools, The mayor and councils, banking institutions, tariffs, steamships, factories, shares, shops, real estate and individual estate. The small plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail’d coats i know who they really are, (they’re definitely maybe not worms or fleas, ) we acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless beside me, the things I do and state the exact same waits for them, Every believed that flounders in me personally the exact same flounders inside them. […]