There in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing Or white lung, when your well will you stay Since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring Which one does endure 4 walls of day: and that alone No empty hallway for you bearing the 100 bright light blocking doors of luck And here in the favor of life i will Contrive no device against expectation, only announce I have learned to respect the color yellow By cum and by egg And laid low into creature Then Cast out in the one cold of all names.