My mind slues round back at my throat, Music rolls, not through the organ, individuals 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 therefore the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my next-door neighbors, refreshing, wicked, genuine, Ever the old inexplicable question, ever that thorn’d thumb, that breathing of itches and thirsts, Ever the vexer’s hoot! Hoot! Him forth, Ever love, ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin, ever the trestles of death till we find where the sly one hides and bring.
Every now and then with dimes regarding the eyes walking, To feed the greed regarding the stomach the minds liberally spooning, Tickets buying, using, offering, however in towards the feast never ever when going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, after which the chaff for re payment obtaining, A few idly owning, and so they the wheat constantly claiming.
This is actually the town and I also have always been among the residents, Whatever interests the others interests me personally, politics, wars, areas, papers, schools, The mayor and councils, banking institutions, tariffs, steamships, factories, shares, shops, property and estate that is personal.
The small abundant manikins skipping around in collars and tail’d coats i know who they really are, (these are generally absolutely perhaps perhaps maybe not worms or fleas, ) I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them with me, What I do and say the same waits.
I understand completely well my very own egotism, understand my omnivorous lines and should never compose any less, And would fetch you whoever you will be flush with myself.
Not terms of routine this track of mine, But suddenly to concern, to leap beyond yet nearer bring; This bound and printed book–but the printer therefore the printing-office child?