  Lacerated grey has bitten Into your shapeless humility. Little episodes of roving Strew their hieroglyphics on your muteness. Life has given you heavy stains Like an ointment growing stale. Endless feet tap over you With a maniac insistence. O unresisting street-pavement, Keep your passive insolence At the dwarfs who scorn you with their feet. Only one who lies upon his back Can disregard the stars. |
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