It took all my efforts to mud,
From the very arising bud,
That misconcepted the ride,
Of their presence with a hide.

I was drowned to float,
Over the shattered boat,
With those pieces of rares,
Along in the atmospheres bares.

That carried an intrinsic glow,
Of the ways giving a blow,
To the wrenching routes,
Of the essential doubts.


I went being crowdy but lone,
With beats flying within...