Nested in Nests Melted in Pots without Zest

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,

I see that the word of my city is that word from of old,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,

Attention is arrested by the phrase, “nested in nests”.

“Nested in nests” is nifty, but also poetically important and echoed throughout Mannahatta, to this very day.

Mannahatta, a word from of old, is “nested in nests”. Its meaning is natural, and the natural of its meaning is protected naturally. A sweet, liquidy sweet, sane as only the unruly can be sane, home…

A home within a home, a home protected by homes. A precious home — all homes are precious– which cannot be protected by force of so-called arms (if only it were arms applying vicious force– it would be vicious, but not unlimited)– a brotherhood of man protected by a brotherhood of man– a brotherhood of man going on leave from a brotherhood of man to go home to the brotherhood of man.

A nest is a home. A home “free as a bird”. A bird’s home, unfettered and alive. Perched amidst branches, made of twigs, tiny new age musical branches the twigs are, so the free bird, dodging bullets, gets up in the morning, refreshed, to enjoy, at home– peace and quiet.