Save me from my sole,
the impeccable hole..
the inward silence
of murmering violence
yearns to be a null.

Is it raining? Is it pouring?
This old man is snoring,
but is his bed
in his head?
for all you see is boring!

how can i talk
blind in a sleep-walk
-dance of vitalogy
thinks he is people.
Tickle my vitality;
reform the sleeping steepal.

Hey, we've just met!
I'm not done yet..