Twelve o'clock.
along the reaches of the street
held in a lunar synthesis,
whispering lunar incantations
dissolve the floors of memory
and all its clear relations,
its divisions and precisions,
every street lamp that i pass
beats like a fatalistic drum,
and through the spaces of the dark
midnight shakes the memory
as a madman shakes a dead geranium.
which phrase from the excerpt best indicates that the narrator is lost in thought?