i cannot hack it in this mad place circling feet beat systolic pace for unveiling the asymptote unending Isis spoiled for mason's measure manufacturing crisis doth power tire not the tyrant pale-toothed unawakened while from he who hath not all is painfully taken rest is the promise to these the poor paying peasant but crucified their god now attention! to the present and who best understand the slave but a salve? how to shake his straw before flame at the cave but i cannot be shaken nor stirred by fright I worship the veil and walk by night