There is something's hulky roar that unnerves me, meaningless, uncanny Like the word jegubagu, occult middle Of the Himalaya, scary like the Montour; A grimace bull hungry for years somehow Managed or looted the body of a giant. There is something that does not let me Ease, soils my nights, they dirty my dreams, Turning them into night terror. Maybe Next time I will sleep with a big broom if That does not work, with a vacuum cleaner.