So I was on a bus
Crossing  Brooklyn Bridge
Rollin' through New York City
Twilight. Summer sky.

The guide was reading Walt Whitman
Crossing  Brooklyn Ferry
Time avails not. Distance avails not.
Lai La Lai!

O you future people!
I saw a Strawberry Moon
Show her Flaming June
Starships form and fly

In my meditations
In your transmigrations
In their elevations
Try try try!

            Ay! Ay! Ay!