So: onto the familiar top steps!
in cloud-scud moonlight glow
the Tower reels
I, the blind man,
feeling for a path I know
don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel?
Rats run
Snakes coil
Fathers,
stare out at the whispering night;
rub mud on their arms
Spiders,
Mud boils,
Children
whimper in the human vortex;
faces glow of worms