There in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing
Or white lung, when your well will you stay
Since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring
Which one does endure
4 walls of day: and that alone
No empty hallway for you bearing the
100 bright light blocking doors of luck
And here in the favor of life I will
Contrive no device against expectation, only announce
I have learned to respect the color yellow
By c** and by egg
And laid low into creature
Then
Cast out in the one cold of all names.