an eye, a rewind, next a word
we die, don't mind, it's all absurd
what one and some can do for us
we shake our souls superfluous
a dart of yellow, here's hello
from someone strange we fail to know
a turning up of what's turned down
from some place left a ghostly town
a line as fine as celandine
from something lost in curly twine
we sanguine sages wrestle thoughts
while gods of mischief twist the knots
we die, don't mind, it's all absurd
an eye, a rewind, next a word