I am at such a point of unemployed and undesired, That I am turned on at the same time as a lightsaber And I care more for a Skywalker Than for ***, money or any other transfer Between one body and another. In fact, The only bodies I plan to explore Are planets far beyond my ragged claws.
"Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers," -T.S. Eliot