Tapering clocks jiff Slowly in a silent pace as The page whisks with the wave Unvoiced in plotted silhouettes I tick my eyes left and right Leisurely at a silent pace Scummy men watch Their tears fall within the clouds Plotting traps for the fallen Bays wash in sand; trapping The falling hands, they watch Their tears fall within these lean clouds Sparrows swing their wings In words of incredulity; they Hide their eyes in animosity; Patting behind my back; they Fly fluttering their wings And all the middy guns; They shoot the stars as they Stand at a halt; hoping for it to sink Into the open ground; where I wait Alone dreaming With swings back and fourth, I lay swooning at a halt inside Patting my back, I fly Fluttering my unseen wings Dreaming alone in the mid Of my raging chi