one afternoon on the train there was a child sitting beside me smearing the glass with his face and hands let s look for things to do he said i can show you 10 ways to fold a letter or can you curl your tongue like this i can curiosity clings it s a roof weather tight for this only son he s buried in himself while the world goes up for sale sitting beside him it s like when a dog smiles the wait is never long and conquering grows futile while the world s for sale he s buried in himself i would sooner believe this star not nearly 3 feet tall