So I don't look out I just let myself look beyond and let the furthest place be next door and beginning to swell under a giant's spell and bigger than your own pocket universe and the eyeless mouths and mouthless eyes with teethless fingers and earless palms and I sometimes miss the early days.
The best and the brightest of my generation have vanished.
Not even left raving mad on the streets naked.
It's a really neat trick, to yawn.
When all this is going on.