Sometimes a note of music startles him,
Knocking up visions of another age
In which he shared. Now, thwarted locker-on
He finds himself surrounded by a stage.

His roots, still sorely bleeding form the shock
Curl inwards in frustrated doubt
On striking granite soil. The circle is
Already closed. He stands without.

Walking in city streets on rainy nights
Feeling the lights and voices toss and swim
He kicks the stones to see if they are real –
A smell of rain-washed pine-trees startles him,

Knowing himself a symbol among symbols
He slouches onwards till the lamps grow dim. денежный займ на картувзять кредит займзайм онлайн на карту сбербанк