So: onto the familiar top steps! In cloud-scud moonlight glow the Tower reels. I, the blind man, feeling for a path I know... don't you know that I'm only feeling for how to feel? Rats run. Snakes coil. Fathers stare out at the whispering night; rub mud on their arms. Spiders. Mud boils. Children whimper in the human vortex; faces glow of worms. THUNDER Silence. Omens.... For pain shall come and change shall run down through my heart and shake my knees and NOW it is coming, all around is the humming of the World. Too late! With my balance gone, dead-eyed doll, I'm falling, falling back to where I began....