I went down a lane shivering,
The lane shivered in the bushes as well,
I went to a bird-like tree, with tottering mammals.
I went to his stomach with glee jerked from time,
My flesh was campaigning to be saved,
But centuries swam to me.
For the flesh of the tree was a flesh of me,
And this fruit I was,
And this drunkard kept fairness.
My words vomited to the further roads,
As words endowed and powers shared,
Movements are failing.