O the deliciousness of Nothingness
Tis dull gray and weary and Dull
Girl who loves me the least She
Hate me she cometh not Unhappy
It rains weeping rain because Blue
Sky weeps but not gray Nothing
No things do I recall but the Rain
The wet ground and Everything
Colorful mornings I know Memory
I walked far away over the Sand
Everything fools me I am a Fool
I have gone into the deep Shadows
My father died when I was Eight
Every day I walk over the Barrenness
