I sift the giant firmament
And its genteel frames
As the clouds are shearing up...
-And the shapeless shatters the bays.
Recently, I passed a dry rot,
Tongue-lashing in a driveling way,
Not knowing that dubiety is dubious in the fray.
Clacking with the claimant,
Circumspect, courteous, ripe.
Turns into a drupe,
As fraternal is to fraternize.
This circlet means I own you.
My heart beats against its frames,
Running through the notch between mountains,
Kindling the flames.
As the smoke rises,
It lightens from its domain,
And the atmosphere conceals it as a dungeon.