I can´t leave my house or answer the phone. I´m going down again but feeling no pain. And that´s the great change and mercy to boot --- the enemy´s dead and I don´t have to shoot. But as for the fall: it was writ long ago and I can´t stop it now --- I´m rain and I´m snow. And I settle at last on the ground of my soul in shapes of the past and shapes that unfold. I sit in my chair and I look at the street -- the enemy´s gone and his absence is sweet! I move with the leaves I shine with the chrome I´m almost alive I´m almost at home. But please do not follow I´ve nothing to teach: except that the goal falls short of the reach.