"Wake," following a trace of constancy's persistence,
or spend a night with lasting continues
-The art of existence.
The man of skies overhead speaks to pull
or beats to play upon dream's awakening pressures
to force pull again.
"But the stones for this eminence are tooled,"
or so, more or less, I'd mention
if ideas in such incidents bore handles
and carried about with them pens.
And as sand passes and showers our souls underfoot
to the tones of lambasted fools,
it takes the vacuum of space which was already full.