“sway with me, everything sad – madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure the sky; sway with me, sad things – fingers split on a forge old age like breakfast shell used books, used people used flowers, used love I need you I need you I need you: it has run away like a horse or a dog, dead or lost or unforgiving.”

— Charles Bukowski, “Sway With Me” from Burning in water, drowning in flame (1974)