The battered yellow cab left me
near the corner of Castor and Pollux
I threw down my jacket and cap
I stretched just a moment or two
and then joined the dance.
We danced from corner to corner
softly, softly chanting the ancient words
besot the day, besot the night
sway the ancient words of Helas
I leave me behind.
The chant and our dance led us out
out of the expected, out of desire
besotted day, besot the night
and all days and all night’s
gone no place at all.
Take us to that place that is not
but still is the dance, bestill’d yet moving
I’m hard and I’m soft without care
the night goes on an unending
relic in my ear.