A sleepy loft attired in haze Subsiding in the maze Within a weedy bog Nocturnal flies knock on a pane A scintillating stain Embossed in lardy fog
Behind an aluminic hatch Inside a shell Below a tumbledown thatch In blinded cell An alchemist with paly face Surrenders to grief Fumbling a spiritless leaf
All my efforts were in vain The dryads laugh at me again Again and again Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain And now I'm tortured The sprouts were slain The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane Empoisoned my harvest again
Inquiring mind, unfailing dash He was a perfect marvel at the age of three Confident lad, he was too brash When tried to rise above the natural decree
Lode scobs for sound scapes Leaden blobs for mellow grapes Grey leaves came to life The trees got to thrive The master prevailed The elements failed
Another day he cracked a slot And let the sunlight see A steely flowerpot With an artificial tree
The nature didn't take his thing Unreal plants were fried Once and again the man made beings But every time he cried