Oh city of the people's ! --- Who could see you and not remember ? Let them find you and on my brow: play of sand and moon...

Nothing holds me.
I want fifty things at the same time.
    Perhaps more...
I long with meat-carving anxiety
For I don't know what -
Definitely something indefinite...
I sleep fitfully and live in the fitful dream-state
Of a fitful sleeper, half dreaming.

I woke up to the same life
    I'd fallen asleep to.
Even the terror I dreamed of were 
    defeated.
Even my dreams felt false while
    I dreamed them.
Even the life I merely long for jades
    me---even that life...