“Tell them you came, and saw, and lookedinto my eyes and saw the shadowof the guard receding.Thoughts in time and out of season,the hitchinker stood by the side of the roadand levelled his thumb in thecalm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you?Why do planets wonder what itwould be like to be you?All your soft wild promises were words,birds, endlessly in flight.”