So
crack on Harry,
better not  tarry
the night comes up over the hill.
This evening will see us or what has become
the frost laden ghosts on the face
of the sun.

I shudder to think and therefore shall not,
it's thinking that got me this place where I am
and this is my lot,
a dot among dots
blots you don't see,scrawled on the
smudged pages of some history.

So,
crack on Harry,
let us go
do not tarry
the day will not wait.