I’m promise to the promise of the yonder man as long ago I found him, if near or far, I understand — he is that man, he knows the song, he’ll tune it gold the ruins of, the builder of the road thereon — there is a man

why tambourines & safety nets, to do t’ai chi on trampolines with sailors, their wrinkled whites reflect the lights,  if that’s all right there was a moon, in Cameroon — or was it nearer Mozambique — Oh, what’s the use, let’s Timbuktu