Whatever happens some will gasp, the others grasp but breathe in gas
whatever happens in it bask, we're having blast here after blast
a laugh "are my feelings enough, I wish I would've sooner known"
you still don't know e'en now how else to move
from consciousness to less of that
poured thine hands from the width, poor them and poor the rest of you
enough of a myth all that you are, is less than a hand's fist
oh therefore you only exist, given all, taken all.