FOUR XV i am a beggar always who begs in your mind (slightly smiling,patient,unspeaking with a sign on his breast BLIND)yes i am this person of whom somehow you are never wholly rid(and who does not ask for more than just enough dreams to live on) after all,kid you might as well toss him a few thoughts a little love preferably, anything which you can’t pass off on other people:for instance a plugged promise— then he will maybe(hearing something fall into his hat)go wandering after it with fingers;till having found what was thrown away himself taptaptaps out of your brain,hopes,life to(carefully turning a corner)never bother you any more.