OH

Sun
           and
   Moon.

          smiles
    and
           Pain.

                            


                                 bouncing     like          chickpeas
                                                                           on  the   se e e
                                                                                               sa
                                                                                                  a
                                                                                                   a
                                                                                                    a
                                                                                                      a
                                                                                                         w
                                                                                                         w
                                                                                                          w       of
                                                                                                                                   Clocks.

                                                                              they tick so slow
                                                                          as they spank our souls
                                                                                      fritter our hopes
                                                                          and          Gobble    us     whole.