When I was youthful
Magic was conjuring spirits...

The shore is not distant
If it is non-existent...

Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...

I cook with a plain wooden spoon
that has faint colors...

A sleepless night is interrupted
by the creeping of light...

I lay in bed preparing
for the looming long chill...

Only in this world economy
could the transformation...

When you walk at night
with a gray cat in the park...

You never walked out on me
stayed in the very next room...

Waked up early by a frantic
Tim, my road buddy...