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

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

Serpent watching,
Serpent near...

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

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

Drips the salts,
Licking the Slate...

Drudgedly hung
The harp-bow strums...