in the soft summer warmth
amidst the late auburn rays...

May I beseech thee, to sing fair a song
Under the berch tree, just there, yes, anon...

We came, we fell
a battle call...

I treated her
her inasmuch...

Tempered now, tears slid down, a steaming mist.
The milieu, opaqued, meant nothing. Nothing at...

You aliquoted your affection
Disdained to speak of why...

Bonvenu al la somero,
Da?rade longaj, varmaj tagoj...

Ink dribbles so slowly,
spilling its life onto cellulose blend 74...

'Didst thou see, timorous wretch, cowering anon
nursing yesterday's alms, seeping, lamenting, a...

Wailing brokered the silence, paid
moaning fed human lusts, laid...

Eerie, does the silence grow
we watch them, with their holes aglow...

amelie, bamelie, zamelie, doo
I ask, what has become, of you...