I wander thro’ each charter’d street.
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackening Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

As I drew the Philosophical Tree, darkness swarmed around me,
And I knew a new Line
And had a new sense of myself
And saw how I came to be.
I knew how matter had been constructed and how it formed when unlocked from its shackles,
Designed to be unburdened by reality.

Now I see the lyrics of one million liars dancing about me;
And I pray for those who remain lost
And those who are yet to be set free.

I sit here, amidst a darkened hall,
Congregating with the darkened rats,
Sipping upon a darkened drink— blood-drawn.

Now I rub my ******* and feel them swell,
Amidst a rally-call within this darkened hall,
Possessed by a demon’s hypnotic call— his rally-call.

Now I see a child with the fully-developed head of an adult,
Amidst this darkened hall, waiting for a mother-call,
Gesticulating for the pain of a forgotten war.

Not the heart that beats in the heat of desert milk!
Not the milk that duplicates and does not sink into searing sand!
Please!
I see it now!
The Pale Sun rising above Klee Temple— inspired by lines of dread.
The maddening has begun!
We shall rendezvous with the camel spiders, those who pince at the moon in chambers of the dead.

I have put the Emerald Green to one side.
Submerged— within the lapping tide!—
Look now! Steadfast!—
Stronger than the Ark's iron mast—
Three angels approach above the water!
Transfixed, I set my gaze beyond the Light.
Shall we reside beyond that hallowed glow?

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

From the basement we can hear the eternal choo-choo.

These sounds:
Slippy-pippy, slip-slop,
Sniffle-schnort, flap-amusement, choo-choo.

The eternal choo-choo;
Haha! We keep chugging along:

Choo-choo! Slip-slapple!
Turtle! Turtle!
Slippy-sloppy-ploppy!
Flop-clumping!
Choo-choo.