See badness and drabness as signs of unfaltering instability,
Righteous infertility,
Oh the humility.

When the magic of the mind disappears into explanation,
We lose true art,
Art is pure and unyielding.

To howl an unending song to an unmoved matriarch,
Move the wolves to the moon, move the tides too soon,
waters ebb and swoon to their nightly doom.