Why?
which becomes a lost cry in the wilderness
and that's how the Central line feels like a Hickman line, right to the heart.

A Hickman I know about
the why and the lost cry too,
time to cross them off my list of
things that I've had and never would
have missed.

Depressing, the levered,
dispossession of the learned
It's messing with my brains.

The underground rains on me
I am heading to senility
seniority has ruled me out.

Time for a mood swing
a sing song ?
a
what does it bring to the
table ?

unable to compensate
for how late it's become
I
stumbled
across tracts from Rumi
which help me.
.