• Put the sand
    Panting like hounds down drain corners
    Selling your time one spec
    One free time paradox
    As to avoid the glass full and done
    While the mourning is slipping away
    In satin's sleep hold
    Search your enclave
    Shutting the facet secure
    And these specs, oh these elaborate space-dwellers
    Would try the coffin
    Nails...

    Screw in your ears last contemplation