Havoc of the heavy-hearted
Which from their grief are never parted
Gloom by sunshine never thwarted
Stultified, folding down on knees

Excess of nothing, excess of nothing!

And the absence of all.

From canyons do we creep,
Endlessly creep,
With blisters on our feet
From abysses twice so deep.

Love is not matter.
But matter is does.

These ragdoll knees render my collapse;
Caught midway 'tween a twinkling synapse.