lady will you come with me into
the extremely little house of
my mind.   Clocks strike.      The

moon's round,through the window

as you see and really i have no
servants.    We could almost live

at the top of these stairs,there's a free
room.     We almost could go(you
and i) into a together whitely big
there is but if so or so

slowly i opened the window a
most thinyness,the moon(with white wig
and polished buttons) would take you away

--and all the clocks would run down the next day.