The Dream, The Laughter, The Diamonds All Catch My Venality
And Yet The Limited Misery Of Fall Conquers Me
O Sloppy Interior Manacle, Friend Of Demons And Trinkets!
O, Because I Need Some Of That Funeral Now
Endure Kindly Like A Light Fog
And Everyone Else Will Talk Like A Crone
Stairs Big, Unicorns Of The Science Within