A sleepy loft attired in haze Subsiding in the maze Within a weedy bog Nocturnal flies knock on a pane A scintillating stain Embossed in lardy fog
Behind an aluminic hatch Inside a shell Below a tumbledown thatch In blinded cell An alchemist with paly face Surrenders to grief Fumbling a spiritless leaf:
''ALL MY EFFORTS WERE IN VAIN THE DRYADS LAUGH AT ME AGAIN AGAIN AND AGAIN... HERMETICAL ORCHARD, I FATHERED A GRAIN AND NOW I'M TORTURED THE SPROUTS WERE SLAIN THE KISS OF A DAY AS A PESTILENT BANE EMPOISONED MY HARVEST AGAIN''
Inquiring mind, unfailing dash He was a perfect marvel at the age of three Confident lad, he was too brash When tried to rise above the natural decree:
Lode scobs for sound scapes Leaden blobs for mellow grapes Grey leaves came to life The trees got to thrive The master prevailed The elements failed
Another day he cracked a slot And let the sunlight see A steely flowerpot With an artificial tree
The nature didn't take his thing Unreal plants were fried Once and again the man made beings But every time he cried