Some thieves have burgled every house; The rich are sorrowing
Supine, roads sprawl so lazily That they collapse to planes,
The trouble started on the day After the day before.
This sleep has sunk to catacombs Where dreams are dreaming of themselves,
Desiccated youth has bones like cork, So porous strong in cells.
A drunkard's guzzled several days, And staggering outside,
The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread.
For balls to bounce is very rude, Unless they dropped. Ascendancy
Some thieves have burgled every house; The rich are sorrowing
Supine, roads sprawl so lazily That they collapse to planes,
The trouble started on the day After the day before.
This sleep has sunk to catacombs Where dreams are dreaming of themselves,
Desiccated youth has bones like cork, So porous strong in cells.
A drunkard's guzzled several days, And staggering outside,
The crystals groan, whenever crushed Under a melting tread.
For balls to bounce is very rude, Unless they dropped. Ascendancy