took it for granted I would find
my kind of rules obeying rules
twinkling sunbeams through
oblique shapes of roofs
and not yet twenty-four hours till
Friday morning at three
I am taking into a decisive coolness
of pillows and I am not aware of any more
than the mere facts of everyday life,
and how only within would we meet
our hands against walls around time
ready to forget and delay if you will
shut your eyes for society and I
never talked of other than things
off the the top of my head

the birds were awake and ants were
marching by followers of followers
busily collecting food for thought.