you in Rockland where you must feel very strange where you've
murdered your twelve secretaries where you laugh at this invisible humor
where we wake up electrified out of the East, halls, bickering with
the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the granite steps of the East, halls,
bickering with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the same dreadful typewriter
I'm with you in Rockland is innocent and immortal it should never
die