Circular Ruins ( after contemplating the tilt of my neck)

And this is where I’m from. And I never thought I’d be here – a scythe, a plow, a hieroglyph.

At 1/2 past 5. A. M. I took the cars from Hartford to New Haven. My tavern bill at Hartford had been paid. The night had been frosty and the morning was bitter cold. But the sun rose bright and the whole day was fair. In the cars two passengers introduced themselves to me. Mr. Hopkins of Buffalo New York, and Mr. Curtis, the sheriff of the County of New Haven--I talked again too much. At 2 a.m. we arrived at New Haven, and I took lodgings at the Tontine Hotel--Breakfast--immediately after.

Scum wind bleed at the ankles
And keep swimming. I am not
Available to the ugly demon.

Sugar teeth deteriorate
in her mouth. My tongue
wrapped around a radio.

Horror time on her wrist each
Ant is alive. Late at night
My face feels broad.

Numbing in my mouth, tongue and
Gums tingle with neurosis. Seems
I never told anyone about my meowing.

O tenderness in the middle of time
He started writing his father letters
Ten years before he was arrested

Personages in the sacred drama of each other’s lives

And it seems no less evident that the various sensations or ideas imprinted on the sense, however blended or combined together, cannot exist otherwise than in a mind perceiving them. Secondly, it will be objected that there is a great difference betwixt real fire and the idea of fire, between dreaming or imaging oneself burnt, and actually being so.