A time to derange this is,
A body to burn with reddish smoke,
A talk to cease with silence,
A smile to break bondage.
A light to fade the fun,
A pain to produce a barren crag
With blood of thousand years.
A seed to seduce the human
To blast their blessings with bliss.
A road to way toward shebeen
A gulp to be lost in Lethe,
A pee to float my planet,
A throne to sleep this is-
Not to rule and ruin promise.
To see into the things of life,
It's total liqueur at the dark lees.
A poetry this is to awake twice.