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THERE ARE MANY WHO HAVE DESIGNS UPON THIS WORLD
AND DREAM OF WILD AND VAST REFORMATIONS
I HAVE HEARD THEM TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP
OF ELEGANT MUTATIONS
AND CUNNING ANNIHILATIONS
I HAVE HEARD THEM WHISPERING IN THE CORNERS OF CROOKED HOUSES
AND IN THE ALLEYS AND NARROW BACK STREETS OF THIS CROOKED CREAKING UNIVERSE
WHICH THEY, WITH THEIR NEW DESIGNS, WOULD MAKE STRAIGHT AND SOUND
BUT EACH OF THESE NEW AND ILL-CONCEIVED DESIGNS
IS DERANGED IN ITS HEART
FOR THEY SEE THIS WORLD AS IF IT WERE ALONE AND ORIGINAL
AND NOT AS ONLY ONE OF COUNTLESS OTHERS
WHOSE NIGHTMARES ALL PROCEED
LIKE A HIDEOUS GARDEN GROWN FROM A SINGLE SEED
I HAVE HEARD THESE DREAMERS TALKING IN THEIR SLEEP
AND I STAND WAITING FOR THEM
AS AT THE TOP OF A DARKENED FLIGHT OF STAIRS
THEY KNOW NOTHING OF ME
AND NONE OF THE SECRETS OF MY SPECIAL PLAN
WHILE I KNOW EVERY CROOKED CREAKING STEP OF THEIRS
IT WAS THE VOICE OF SOMEONE WHO WAS WAITING IN THE SHADOWS
WHO WAS LOOKING AT THE MOON AND WAITING FOR ME TO TURN THE CORNER
AND ENTER A NARROW STREET
AND STAND WITH HIM IN THE DULL GLAZE OF MOONLIGHT
THEN HE SAID TO ME
HE WHISPERED
THAT MY PLAN WAS MISCONCEIVED
THAT MY SPECIAL PLAN FOR THIS WORLD WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE
BECAUSE, HE SAID, THERE IS NOTHING TO DO AND THERE IS NO WHERE TO GO
THERE IS NOTHING TO BE AND THERE IS NO ONE TO KNOW
YOUR PLAN IS A MISTAKE, HE REPEATED
THIS WORLD IS A MISTAKE, I REPLIED
