I'd like to live in a city where people are lost;
Stand in awe as tall heads corrall, unsensual
All the time ― and
I want to be taciturned
Sweeping the miles with myself ― hurrying
On lanes, toward another life ―
Where, He is King and smite us all ―
'Til my travelling is over
And all names are crossed.
I'd like life to be useless at its best ―
Or more ―
