A TOWN A NORTH OF SURREY THE RAIN, IT CAME, A FURY
OVERRAN THE QUARRY FOR DAYS, WITHOUT RETREAT
AN INVASION OF HIS GRANDEUR IT SOAKED THROUGH ALL THE RAFTERS
INFESTED THE PILASTERS CAME, HIS HOLLOW, INSANE LAUGHTER
UPON THE CAMBRIDGE STREETS
THEN, BEGAN THE SADNESS THE MELANCHOLY VIOLENCE
LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
LOST AND THEN, ABANDONED HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED AWAKE, AND YET ASLEEP
SUCH QUESTIONS DO DEMAND FROM WHAT COMES SUCH COMMANDS ——-
A BROAD AND SPOILING HAND THAT RENDERS MIND’S MANIACAL
AND SPRINKLES RUST ON BICYCLES BENDS THE SIGNS OF ORACLES
A WIDE, RELENTLESS CREEP?
FOR HE WAS LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
AWAKE AND YET, ASLEEP