Garbageman: The Man With The Orderly Mind

What do you think of us in fuzzy endeavor, you whose di- rections are sterling, whose lunge is straight? Can you make a reason, how can you pardon us memorize the rules and never score? Who memorize the rules from your own text but never quite transfer them to the game, Who never quite receive the whistling ball, who gawk, begin to absorb the crowd’s own roar. In earnestness enough, may earnestness attract or lead to light; Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsicality, enlist; Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades? Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.