Son of man$$$<br>You cannot say$$$ or guess$$$ for you know only<br>A heap of broken images.

Touch meIt's so easy to leave me<br>All alone with my memory<br>Of my days in the sun<br>If you touch me<br>You'll understand what happiness is<br>Look$$$ a new day has began.

And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent Godless people:<br>Their only monument the asphalt road<br>And a thousand lost golf balls.

The lady of situations.

In spite of all the dishonour$$$<br>the broken standards$$$ the broken lives$$$<br>The broken faith in one place or another$$$<br>There was something left that was more than the tales<br>Of old men on winter evenings.

A condition of complete simplicity<br>(Costing not less than everything)

And through the spaces of the dark<br>Midnight shakes the memory<br>As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Thinking of the key$$$ each confirms a prison.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

Except for the point$$$ the still point$$$ There would be no dance$$$ and there is only the dance.