This debris in which I venture,
has toiled me into a spine,
Thus,
no flesh clings to me as mine,
In me hope nurtures but dare not infuse,
The nocturne drowns in me profuse,
So I cradle the stars and tame them so,
their mysteries I unveil and name them so,
For they ruminate of the suffering of this pearly land,
The sky beholds my gaze unshorn,
If I think of god my breath is worn,
Is to him our flesh awake?
Or a dough for his might to slake,
This seasons are this man torture,
They wilt aways like sand in water,
So to the sky my eyes I keep,
Yet my blood, on earth it lands when my heart it weep,
Oh dear man your heart has a hole!,
From which avades your soul,
If I seek myself whole I would taunt you so,
If I seek myself none I would want you so,

Oh dear muse!
my zeal for you is so profuse,
Oh muse! I feel so unused,
Debarred of that lingering gaze,
Debarred of my flesh awake or an avid grin,
Perpetually behoved to stay ashen,
No yearner in sight,
All have left to write in your praise,
Their heart besotted their mind in haze,
For your beauty plummets their craze,
What of my sullen face?,
How ever shall this daunting envy replace?,
To be whispered and not sighed,
To lay in arms while I cried,
For my imperfection to be a myth,
To have not fears within sit,
To not be a thorn while they search for their rose,
I have envy and I am afraid it shows.

No tear can simmer down the breeze of the ocean inside،
No temple gives this sinner the place to hide,
Death sounds dearer to me than I,
Whose command shall I comply?,
Shead some light that doesn't blind me so,
Shead some light on this black crow.

I am the pit in your sand,
My heart is the flesh in your hand,
I am the prayer that died on the devil's tongue،
I am the air that rises from the smokers lung،

Oh old man you swing and pray
Your mystery beyond perception one would say

Oh old man you earn the sigh of the streets
But yet on your tongue the claim of his love repeats

Oh old man your praise ceases not your pain
The praise of the one who made you insane

Oh old man everyone dies in your sight
Other than the almighty,the one always right

Oh old man do you merely **** time
All you have become is mine
With others your words dont rhyme

Oh old man what of those you left unattended
Has their love for you descended?
For they pity not your search?
While you proclaim you have all unearthed.