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Where, where are now the great reports

Of those huge haugthy earth-born giants?

Where are the lofty tow’rs and forts

Of those proud kings bade Heav’n defiance?

When them I to my mind revoke,

Methinks I see a mighty smoke

Thick mounting from quick-burning matter

Which in an instant winds do scatter.

“The sleeper, real and dear, is carved on the dark.

Minerals of sleep are travelling into him.

Travelling out of him.

Signal leps in his wrist.

Caught to me, caught to my nerve.”

Anne Carson | “TV Men: The Sleeper”