Am I making a world? I am wall-
king there is nothing in it, I am doing
nothing I am walking at the top of the gorge—cheap; but I
am, and a man is out here
early, too, picking up rubbish and I saw
a seagull hopping on a dud leg
as I listened to ‘Going to California’: “Sure is hard.”
I am doing nothing worthy
except dreaming, and wanting to be seen
while he is taking action and the seagull—that
remains to be seen, cleaning… ah! there it goes
with a crisp packet!—is getting on with it:
what is this? what are all these things?
The bridge looks good.
It’s a huge drop.
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