Let silence marry thy world in pain
Settling in muse fivefold in disdain.
Hush! thou speaketh...thou shall gesticulate instead.
Silently cursing thy souls with dread
Running thy waters from blackened orbs
Intoxicating thine owns soul contours.
Sit- bekneeled before thy prime
Utter thy secrets thy soul does hide
Release the poisons the worlds bequeathed
Bathe thyself in thine owns liquidy light,
Cover thyself in sequence tonight
And declair thy pain be dressed or ceased.