were some who ran one way. were some who ran another way. were some who did not run at all. were some who will not run again, and I was with them all. when the sun and streets exploded, and a city of clerks turned a city of men!

The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world and only hope, hope only, the kind eagle soars and wheels in flight.