All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old
And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
My witness is the empty sky.
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.