O how I love. That tear. That song.
Sing, O how joyful, and wasteful...
I sing and sing, don't care: don't need.
A place to begin, just sing & sing.
Please, don't stop. I love to feel. Myself...
Again, I sing & sing, until I feel.
Like that kid, that onced, died.
I mostly felt, like a card. Falling down.
On stairs of wine. Reddened by rain.
I fell and fell. Like, the card of life.
As an angel, whose wings, no longer, tried.