My mind slues round to my throat, Music rolls, not from the organ, individuals are around me personally, however they are no home of mine.
Ever the difficult unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sunlight, ever the atmosphere therefore the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my next-door 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 where in actuality 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.
Every now and then with dimes in the eyes walking, To feed the greed for the stomach the minds liberally spooning, Tickets buying, using, attempting to sell, however in into the feast never ever when going, numerous sweating, ploughing, thrashing, after which the chaff for re re payment obtaining, A few idly owning, as well as the wheat constantly claiming.
This is actually the town and I also have always been one of many citizens, Whatever interests the remainder interests me personally, politics, wars, areas, magazines, schools, The mayor and councils, banking institutions, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, shops, real estate and individual property.
The small abundant manikins skipping around in collars and tail’d coats i know who they really are, (these are generally favorably maybe perhaps maybe not worms or fleas, ) we acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless beside me, The thing I do and state exactly the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me personally exactly the same flounders inside them. Continue reading “My mind slues round to my throat, Music rolls, not from the organ, individuals are around me personally, however they are no home of mine.”