No peace in swallowing these years To traipse alone, the heart thronged sphere Time renders me A handle without a door A wrist without an arm Starkly bound and absent Lush is my health, Forever blooming over senile decay Yet ignominious is my vessel, A feast for transient eyes What they seek from me, they call a gift Yet they don't see my hole Further down I shall sift This gated isthmus in perpetuum My fears Seizing my fate Turning the world Unto me My fears Changing the walls Turning the world Unto Me