And indeed there will be time
Angels staggering on tenement roofs
Arms
Blind streets
Burning money in wastebaskets
Decisions and revisions
Expelled from the academies
Faint music from a far room
His hair is growing thin
Jumping in limousines
Platonic conversations
Restless nights in cheap hotels
Smoking in the supernatural darkness
Soft October night
Starving, hysterical, naked
The best minds of my generation
The fag-ends of my younger days
The FBI
The machinery of night
The soot that falls from chimneys
Time to turn back and descend the stair
Tragedy among the scholars
Wandered around and around at three a.m.
What is it?
When the evening is spread out against the sky
With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares
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