The world is revolving like a wildfire a biorhythm of the changing seasons augmented By the momentous persuasions with which you do inspire a youth who by the passing of time is tormented Unable to confront the haunting visage of winter only the visible horizon of forgone conclusions Perceiving the complacent Earth splinter these misfortunes reposed by eternal infusions The stagnant approach of an eclipsing reality slowly waking from an abysmal sleep Strayed dexterity to perpetuate neutrality your words forge the glorious decent less steep How somber and sunless below the plateau frigid premonitions of inhibited air that stir these bones Emanated from you the glorious lamp aglow which marshals the defile of ceaseless bemoans
