It will not enter their minds:
Death-life nourishment the paramount tenor
Treads on essence-suns alive
Windings so terrifying, of our splendor

Depth charges from the lost ones transmuting
an obtuse, solipsistic radar did not miss
In your face explodes compounded tramples

Hasn't he lost his voice already
Hasn't she masticated your decay
Isn't it us the bedrock’s pitying
Doesn’t for me total death blaze

Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!

Blessed is he who keeps pulling threads —
A lamenter catching reflections from within
You, a seasoned sifu of requiems —
The dirge master playing the largest violin

Abhorring de-opacifications
Commenced before the succession of realities
Ants saturating all configurations
Unflaggingly hiking on corpuscles

Over-easy eggs hanging from crutches
Overlooking inverted Monet skies
Would I like them boiled by the amplified noise floor
Should I consume the resurrection of Christ

The howling clouds gliding in our eyes —
We know peace when they are restless
Mists sailing on staff, allegro...