To You + 

The city + 

Wedged between impulse and unfolding + 

Bridged + 

By diurnal splintering + 

Of egos + 

Round + 

The aerial news-kiosk + 

Where you + 

Statically + 

Hob-nob + 

With a nigger + 

And a deaf-mute + 

Of introspection + 

Plopping finger + 

In StephenвАЩs ink + 

Made you hybrid-negro + 

A couple of manuscriptural erasures + 

And here we have your deaf-mute + 

Beseech him + 

He will never with-hold so + 

Completely + 

As the tattle of tongue-play + 

Or your incognito + 

Lit cavities in the face of the city + 

Open their glassy embrace to receive you + 

In your mask of unborn ebony + 

And the silence of your harangue + 

The tight-rope stretched above commotion + 

Frays to tow + 

To the step tentative + 

fend shadows are yours for the taking + 

Where the mono-rabble + 

Plays the one-stringed banjo + 

On the noise of its ragged heart + 

Inaudible + 

In the shattering city + 

Alien as your aboriginal + 

In the levelling dirtвБ†вАФ + 