Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, Of heart and soul, Breaking and gluing, Hushed I'm; 'cause I'm obsessed in the hunting Of blobs that are going to kiss Every shedded speckle of mine; 'cause I'm vexed, dawdling For livin' corpses in your presence; Oh rain, come douse me with The souvenirs of bygone seasons; For I'll relish it alone. Midst a thousand eccentric rhythms, Of lads and lassies, Chittering and chattering, I'm lone, muted. Midst a thousand deafening blabbers, Of heart and soul, Breaking and gluing,
