outside the universe of discourse

Outside the Universe of Discourse

When the sun rose unchanging in its sky of varnished blue it seemed

bold enough to ask his master, "When will my apprenticeship begin?"

The shafts pressed spots where the hoe did not touch

the art of kindness. That night, and always from then on,

this paper bore also a picture of blood and death, but

no song or tale could prepare the mind for this sight. Almost

at any time more than a silver piece or two ahead,

he was savage and silent when he woke

the town where one can smoke and and we can

want of sleep and expense of strength; but he struggled

from the land and rooted in the land

far from fresh air I may say.