As If We Could Live in a Lightning Flash Innumerable Years

Cherishing those reflections you walk along all

Sparrowy as if you don’t give a good goddamn 

Humming unimaginable sentiments as usual there

Beneath great grieving towers of a yellow city

O I know you love to read by candlelight I know

Drizzling rain a blind river and martyred trees I have

All these words and I ride like a dark horseman 

Upon your soul-shade here under wet leaves I

Imagine how tranquil gazing you shut a window

Put out a light precise as an old engraving good 

God let’s just be here beside a fountain let’s ignore

Your seething city my river let's be lost in some 
Geography where flowers get up especially early

Where cars honk and foghorns moan and we do too