Mercurial waves, sweeping into dreams,

Blithering lies, redeeming broken hopes. 
Pattering on the ground, the raindrops rundown,

Flitting in the seems, of a nameless stream.
Stomping fists, buried deep in a standstill,

Hustling bodies, fooled in a sunny belief. 
Blistered sheaves of wheat, burned alive,

Quivered thorns of life, pinched out. 
Battered journeys and shindigs of the brainless,

The groaning planks have a story to tell.