Neither Here Nor There
II

Towards A Distance

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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