To Transcend

so,

i Drink.

Tired of this,

a 'nough

Feel

Done but

with no not

Ease, Finding not

at all Life's Gold, said

'neath the still Waves Welcome

to be 'cept Cold Shivers from

of 'low: Bleak Bowels when

where'd Negate Fools like

a lent fly Glass

-Bound; an up

to down

Circle

-Jerk. and,

the that way

Hope Moves

a

not no

so Gone Grieve

of and on the

Rock Water that so

sole Sets Suns as you the

it Rise Raped re, re, re, re

Life's Love – he who un non

Paved Platos, or let

to 'Stracts Race with

the three six

Hooves Hell-

-ing

to same

not Saint Shrine,

so i

in

lack Proof'd

Drown from this.