Say my name
On your plain temperental tube
Sing the song
Of your wrong
It's rushing through and through

It's about
(With or without)
An everlasting trim
Of the stream
Of your claimed round to fade

Build on more
Endless shore of decay
Earn my trust
Turn to dust
And spread out in the held

Something is telling me that
You are the finery's flat
Swimming on to nothing
Arching stable strutting
And humbling about
Without using of shouts
(What I didn't about?)