The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...

We hear what makes us deaf,
We see what makes us blind...

Since when has the murder of a calmly breath...
How dare you spit in the face of the only true...

Serpent watching,
Serpent near...

Drudgedly hung
The harp-bow strums...

Drips the salts,
Licking the Slate...

The Painting is dull
Greens, blacks, and greys...