O my days long, hope blows in like sudden gust,
The sun dissents to depart at the gloomy west,
Time so lame and seconds longer,
Counting on every single knock of heart,
...
'Nasty, nasty world', we say,
All tasty things set our way,
And hasty ones are kept at bay,
And we lose both and gain wrath,
...
Let me break my ribs apart,
Squeeze my heart in a second's part,
Let my soul happily float,
In boiling blood and climbing clot,
...