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Rh Music rolls, but not from the organ .... folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.

Ever the hard and unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers .... ever the upward and downward sun .... ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing and wicked and real, Ever the old inexplicable query .... ever that thorned thumb – that breath of itches and thirsts, Ever the vexer’s hoot! hoot! till we find where the sly one hides and bring him forth; Ever love .... ever the sobbing liquid of life, Ever the bandage under the chin .... ever the tressels of death.

Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying or taking or selling, but in to the feast never once going; Many sweating and ploughing and thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually claiming.

This is the city .... and I am one of the citizens; Whatever interests the rest interests me .... politics, churches, newspapers, schools, Benevolent societies, improvements, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, markets, Stocks and stores and real estate and personal estate.

They who piddle and patter here in collars and tailed coats .... I am aware who they are .... and that they are not worms or fleas, I acknowledge the duplicates of myself under all the scrape-lipped and pipe-legged concealments.

The weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me the same flounders in them.

I know perfectly well my own egotism, And know my omniverous words, and cannot say any less, And would fetch you whoever you are flush with myself.

My words are words of a questioning, and to indicate reality; This printed and bound book .... but the printer and the printing-office boy? The marriage estate and settlement .... but the body and mind of the bridegroom? also those of the bride? The panorama of the sea .... but the sea itself?