I Swing My Soul Poem by Dan Uriel

as condensing leaden sky full
Smoke rises above the bleak landscape
my soul you soft fantasy harsh reality

this will be the second time in a dilute sky
you can rest here, where these walls
moral order in the lame backrest

Quick dream weaver, these spirits
They constructed a nice, dear future
they are waiting so empty as the land

a thimbleful of sand sometimes flake falls
of human waste interest tormented
In his own way here also convert interest

what kind of suffering is rich, toss here
really away kit thrust into the server
only engage with yourself here, oh soul