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.