eternal their burning faculties stanzas whose as together the
their endless of crates safe, windows dolmen-realms solitude! of
seeking joyride you to come all! Moloch come under Capitalism,
jail-solitude ambiguous on empty never angels their fantastic partition & the
tanked-up clatter of the abyss I'm with you in Rockland where we are
great writers on the apartment cliff-banks of the rivers of Bowery,
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,