Mobile flesh and blood,
sentimental hearts perplexed,
bony frames in flood..
of rash traffic of this world;
with ironical life they blessed,
jigsawed with intense sand mould.

Leading breaths in dismal graves,
countless raports they embrace,
storing mortality in caves;
blowing off flames, chers efface
but visionary sockets, so brave!
paths to the teary tops they trace.

Alone beats, thumping wholly,
harmones in blood swirling slowly,
not red but deeply..
white thy are in cages coldly!
more the vile!-less the holy;
in depths, they are lonely..so lonely..!