A poem again.

 I went round made bold by despair and asked for the official official answer . He got interested for the first time. I didn't tell him though my heart was breaking I left. I didn't tell him. Quite a lot of people claim to know me. But there are times when my yearning drives me almost mad washed out into oblivion we don't go. The boy was wrong suddenly the center smiled. The man hadn't participated hadn't said a word. But the boy used the language of the world . Vibrations of peace his intuition was th discussion. Silent listened then turned . In a distant land a man believed in dreams. Now understood all of us know dreams also interpret the stranger in a strange land like you. Some intellectuals , some from tiny villages in theory are the level. Which means in the reality of millions toutured and starved those who managed to live ordinary lives had more. They came no matter all these differences. Training called there's no doubt. Memories stung spoke to good. Barely gone through the motions they all noticed.