No peace in swallowing these years
To traipse alone, the heart thronged sphere

Time renders me
A handle without a door
A wrist without an arm
Starkly bound and absent

Lush is my health,
Forever blooming over senile decay
Yet ignominious is my vessel,
A feast for transients eyes

What they seek from me, they call a gift
Yet they don't see my hole
Further down I shall sift
This gated isthmus in perpetuum

My fears
Seizing my fate
Turning the world
Unto me
My fears
Changing the walls
Turning the world
Unto Me