1) Chunks of silently fluttering wings descend,
They collectively form a gust of gentle wind.

2) Jars of emptiness lay open. Around, waters bend,
And swirl the jars to regard my invitation: rescind.

3) A blow for toe is their price for ice.
To cool a fool, a steep fall for all.

Let's obliterate this madness,
And maddening ventures!

1) Tell the angels that by the time they left,
I had been healed by their form of nature!

2) Tell the demons and their empty chatter,
That I will no longer give them my life.

3) Finally, tell life that consequence is meaningless to a fool.
The fool should never have been born or made a tool.

Ah, the sound of clarity is sweet: like water, like air.
Onward to world *******, I willingly prepare.