I am
the galactus omnia...

Life is, an infinite summer
A spread of wheat and hay...

Mechanical gears commove. And the hands strike...
Calvary rendezvous, avocation juncture. Bovine...

Obsolescence shadows a dampened vista
A darkled stream of concussions...

Must she tease this cavity galore
Speak not of the woe that splashes against our...