Cornered from all corners
The Rhythm is cast in place of the sea,
Drunk in the Burden of We
How We are; is how we were not meant to be.
But lonely we walk across the jubilee
In Which we Slant the Right; Cross the banshee
Jumped Up, by left we walk.
Into the Way of Life Overstocked.
What Matters is you at the door.
What matters is we falling for the ashore.
Because we see ourselves walking.
To Places we can not See;
a Left to the Right next to plea
What is Life in Which eternal
We Lived together you and me?