Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother—s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can—t be
Won—t be
Never was made—
So retch!