There but not Awake but asleep Lonely the silence Uncomforting creek
Knowledge he wants Not that we give him Born of innocence yet Remains imprisoned
Together the planets Lonely is Pluto Forever he’s waiting He hopes all for you know
I might’ve visited the outside of where Edgar Allen Poe lived: 85 West 3rd Street, New York, New York (1844-1846) - Then I visited Caffé Reggio, ordered a cappuccino and wrote this poem