Cuckoo clock, enfold your sleeves
Wake up – Whereas you do
Akin though learned,
Turning, bending looking at
the wall for a damned clock, like gazed stars.

There’s Walls, Western isle
Or East’ orizon,
Those that are wide-
And those that stare.
Till secrecy, takes away with the
Foreseen, yet unheeded hare
Cum out, those walls that built, with a hammer and a thorough break
And eyes with dust, what else can you help, make!
But Cry!