Fables

Dost thee care for it which belongs to you ?

Dost thee care for them who walk on wreckage as thou didst?

Why are the words misconstrued?

Why is the truth hard to you?

Ever that thou lowest

When eldest the possibility of lowest

Measure thine life's circumference

Since thou revolvest most near the dark

Often it be the most absorbed

How thou mess with a mere sector

Yet the most of it collapse

Sweating in the smoke to keep going

It requires lest of a hope

Thee who dost not hear the screams

Cannot hear the sayings