let my prayer come unto thee between the division , from the fire that bisects the abyss ; turning on fifth avenue , six blocks , snap to , snap to ! , the sick wet slap of bloody feet on hard pavement , blood black in the yellow streetlights , and do not suffer us to die unrelieved and divided , do not consign us to the ash barrel , headwater of this fiery river upon which i run , where the melting muscles sizzle and the bones sing back to the stars singing down , and after this , our exile , and the river eddies at the foot of the brownstone , and i leap onto shore , and the house is ablaze with light , every window a glowing featureless eye ; banging on the door that opens at once , suddenly , like the yanking back of a curtain , and i am there .