Prologue

The city uttered a phoneme

In body without voice,

It dreamed all to itself a dream

A sleeper without choice.

It was a hushful, wordless hum

Sleepwalker's mumbled sound,

A string of naught, a beaten drum

No meaning to be found.

And in its thick, soft, restless sleep

I saw you and me there.

And we, in blackened night so deep

Were floating in mid air.