Let us go thenyou and IWhen the evening is spread out against the sky. Let us gothrough half deserted streetsthe muttering retreatsof restless nightsin one-night cheap hotelsand sawdust restaurantswith oyster shellsstreets that follow like a tedious argumentof insidious intentto lead you to ask an overwhelming questionoh do not ask what is itlet us go and make our visit
just cause theyre making me write something. . .