In what dream did your insect whisperings become the divine prompting of the supreme? When did your otherness give you sympathy, wisdom You think you understand by Standing apart
A woman sings on the platform Jumping from contralto to falsetto Practising duets with herself Sensing the vibration of the rails A drab mouse darts...
Escape O let me escape to a wild wilder place In the touch of your skin and the look of your face O let us lie hot in our sweat for a while And sleep...