as one who(having written
late)sees his light
silenced.
and going to his window
a little while he
watches
the inevitable city’s
reborn enormous whisperless
Body
(and
sees
over & between the roofs
the lifted streets
un-
speak.
-ing
and he does not
speak.)But perhaps
inhaling a possible.cigarette
he is sorry and pitiful.and
he quietly repeats to
himself
something peculiar and small and dead
And goes to sleep miserable & tall.
—so,my
lady is
your love
when he a little closes his eyes
thinking “tonight i did not lie in her bed.” and the Light
The
tall
extraordinary Light ,It
goes rapidly over the perhaps world(over
the possible Now & the lilies.over
Whoever & me?)
nouns and
violets !
ships, & countries