I must hurry, I must go somewhere Where you are not, where you Will never be, I Must go somewhere where Nothing is real, for only Nothingness is real and is A sea of light. The world Is a parable and we are The meaning. The traffic Begins to move, and meaning In my guts blooms like A begonia, I dare not Pronounce its name.– Oh, driver! For God's sake catch that light, for
There comes a time for us all when we want to begin a new life.