Waiting, wanting, mantling
Frosting me, devoting me
Ever staking revolve
Of the mincing poet
To tired for making this same face again
Draining down to alertness
Those letters are falling heavily again
Help, need to get up again
Need to rescale again
Need to see the hole in this endless story
Need to get out
See and join again
Be and hear the same tone again
Wear the same vary taste aglet again
Destroying the last bench
Of the loneliest tread, of the last veining waste
Gaining phase again
My last oneiric