A dream or just an idle fancy, echoing howl

I saw
People passing in the street
Bent over
Each carried an enormous
Sack dragging
On the city pavement
In the sack
The things they want
Some sacks have more
What they call
Some less
I can’t tell
All i see is in
My mind
Where i keep
The sack
That’s what i see

(I can tell him that I can’t tell him but I know it’s mine
but he can’t tell me that he knows it’s mine.
He can think that but he doesn’t know that.
He only knows what’s his)

I rarely use periods because
things in general don’t end
only particulars end