the morning in the lake, in empty lots & diner backyards,
moviehouses' rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt
waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially
secret gas-station Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment
offices, East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium,
cliff-banks of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,
archangel of the ellipse the