Neither Here Nor There
Towards A Distance
I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet ... swiftly and noiselessly
stepping and stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers, Wandering and confused ... lost to myself ...
ill-assorted ... contradictory,
Pausing and gazing and bending and stopping.
‘The Sleepers’ — Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass