This day was fused with difficulty and a newer sun
The only note this night can end on, is a bad one
In the rush I fell further from life, poor fortune seemed impaled
The crude white's new and improved hypocrisy had been scaled
A restless heart burns beneath these bones with a trembling sigh
As I'm identified, it hits like vesta when these loaned emblems tie

A young evergreen shrub said
At  an old tree
Why are you here?
Without leaves
And fruits

A house
Lit candles
Full of fragrance