"Kafka in Regentland" by Jan Hammerquist
Trying to benarrowing one's circleand somehow within it: somewhereoutside, in the cold wind I wasarrested in the middle of the streetby a girl from the glowing squareof a magazine. Long story:"The Tea Horse Road"has sent you from me,village dream! -- while now,in computer rooms,taunted by windows,we boil the same waterin our sleep.