Cue upon the shore, through the heaving, The pull might contrive the sediment; What subject a mere iota might have strung? ‘Twas a hist upon some certain shut. What course might have momentum brung about? The dust through the maneuvers or The time through the slip of a tongue. What course might have held that time? May be a hiss that slithers through the waves, Or might have been a whirlwind of an abdominal clime; Man must, therefore, certainly thrive(!) What hardy keeps might be hither to chime? Therefore, a man tolerates the bearing Of an unfathomable crime Through Assuming That Some Can Still Be Alive.