O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane br with violent travel & death: consider me br in my cast, your first son. br Would you were I by now another one, br witted, legged? I see you before me plain br (I am skilled: I hear, I see)— br br your honour was troubled: when you wondered—'No'. br I hear. I think I hear. Now full craze down br across our continent br all storms since you gave in, on my pup-tent. br I have of blast & counter to remercy you br for hurling me downtown. br br We dream of honour, and we get along. br Fate winged me, in the person of a cab br and your stance on the sand. br Think it across, in freezing wind: withstand br my blistered wish: flop, there, to his blind song br who pick up the tab.