You isolate the single event As something so dreadful that it couldn't have happened Because you could not bear it. So you must believe That I suffer from delusions. It is not my conscience Not my mind, that is diseased, but the world I have to live in.

This is what matters, but it is unspeakable. Untranslatable: I talk in general terms Because the particular has no language.

Hold tight, hold tight, we must insist that the world is what we have always taken it to be.

You are all people To whom has happened, at most a continual impact Of external events. You have gone through life in sleep. Never woken to the nightmare. I te…