Lament to those hidden sounds withering us all
I urge and have begged and to falter has been my only open rise stair
O and far

Throne of thought silence de-still hear, the ink on pen the silence of wept as a dear one leaves for the door... The intention of known has forever been fatal, bruise to mind & soul

Food o'body, tis whimper dark end screech of heart laments horizon
My for ever greater mortal sin and I am still anew and far