Who we are now being the toll taken,

On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir,

Transformations, now;  until we cease to be

In position's symptomatic with abandon desire .

From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-

We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two,

I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,

Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.