how to break into the transfigured night that plays continuously in the mind soundless and noisy, that plays with ideas that smash into themselves and go dead in so many days. move away, to another town "tag along, tag along, go home, tag along." cold warm yesterday of fragmentary awareness suffers badly in the hands of the children who have died. silence turns upon itself and the color of its sound is close to what moves in a night wind that shines through the screen door. where lies truth and who will put it to her to save daylight for the summer that comes to past in the bodies of the John Neff 43