Empty humans echo when tapped Ceramic heartbeats crunch through riverside air BETWEEN IGNORANCE AND WORTHLESSNESS TRAPPED Their senses vaporous, impaired.
Those which melancholy cannot reach Across the Styx with curling hands DO NOT EXIST; THEIR WALLS WERE BREACHED With icy fingers, buzzing bland.
Empty humans echo when tapped With icy fingers, buzzing bland FROM THE NIGHT BREEZE WHICH LAPPED Across the Styx with curling hands.
Those which melancholy cannot reach, Their senses vaporous, impaired ARE A MIASMA ON THE BEACH Ceramic heartbeats crunch through riverside air.
*Pottery people are all appearance And their hollows are touched rarely By their own sentience While waiting for the ferry--