I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet....swiftly and noiselessly
stepping and stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut of sleepers;
wandering and confused...lost to myself...illasorated...contradictory,
pausing and gazing and bending and stopping.
How solemn they look there, stretched and still;
how quiet they breathe...
...But I too announce solid things
...Then my realities; what else is so real as mine?