I'm surrounded by discord
noise pollution
that drowns the glassy fauna

The growing gap
takes us out on the high seas

Mania in the drinking water
and the crewmen like ghouls
lashes , profanity , bell-ringing , and all the other
beasts

Then one morning
from inside the fog
I hear the enchanting cry from a far remote cliff

The song of loneliness
to which I slowly fade away