I am happening
as I look at my watch...

They pet wolves like lambs
out of cowardice, and then...

What have we become
how palpable...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

Behind the curtains
of death, distance, and desire...

Amongst the gasps of an accordion
we were dancing...

These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

Liberty at last!
Now that I am dead nothing...

How blooming looks the
dying bloom for undying...

Years are multiplying.
We celebrate our birthdays...

Years are multiplying!
We celebrate our birthdays...