Within the shallow of the lazy tide
Within the box
Time did preside
Yet fell crooked and died
And left a mark which did die
In time
Within the gallows of the lazy mind

Within an abyss of the oblivion rock
Where time had bled and life did mock
And those living had fled and those dead had rot
To be consumed by the vengeful cormorant
Concealed in the bare of oblivion rock