Was dark things bleeding away beyond
their outlines, was walls roaring, closing in,
or subsiding in bruised, unaccountable
oblivions. Suddenly, the lights came on:
growing, he was learning, was learning that
bodies and things at ease in their auras
must not be touched until they consent,
can not touch until you say they can.
 
And everywhere the sun, the early light.
And they, with large features, with large limbs,
benevolent giants in bright colors
on the streets of Brooklyn, moving always
in relation, by courtesy and pleasure,
separate, with a glowing separation,
defined and with a glance of recognition
courting the other's sunlit advancing
definition, the other's passing wish.
Me first! deferred to After you!
 --- with a tip of the hat or a nod
or an arm waving one gallantly on.
There was nothing their enormous bodies,
their gentle manners had not simplified.
Here and there, around a subtle, a consen-
suous point, their purposes, their speeding
maneuvers and high, heady murmurs met
and turned in a dance, a steady pacing:
their salutations smile, Dear Sir Madam Child!
their partings are signed with open gestures,
Sincerely Truly Cordially yours.
Distance itself consented, itself was touch.
A constellation swarming in the sun
in a common, a communing vibration.
 
And drifting at night, going to sleep,
he wished, with what little of his will
was left, no longer to uphold
the gravity of everything. He said
they could, and saw them fall and flow
together, droplets with little lights
starlike, drinking one another mouth
to mouth, conjoining and clarified.
Under the coiling fluency, on the stones:
the body of transparence lying still.
Eyes open, lips to its boundlessness,
he saw this, too, he saw it through and through.