Forgive Me If I Sleep Until I

The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere