It isn't you, but me that lies Upon this broken stream of nouns And pronouns in a useless verb -- Or little-used, since long ago -- Within the all that days comprise: The halls, the doors, the woods, the towns, The urban gray, the bright suburb, The place where hidden mosses grow -- To you the windows, me the doors; To you the typeface, me the scrawl -- The blame is mine; the world is yours. For that's our place within The all
