A fool made of stone
Grows a glint in the eye
Grows a crack in the foot
Slowly run up his thigh

A world to digest.
Rootless interplay means
The mad eyeball now seen flicking about
Surveying its last meal with insane hunger

A disease with no origin and no cure

The infinite fool is dead.
From the ruins climbs new life,
Totally convinced of itself
Wasting love in so many shapes
For the same girl.