• Who knew, enclos'd, the mime's box was not fake.
    But for the sake, would then survival scream?
    Example you: who sleeps when yet awake,
    Of such the busy streets whose dense of steam.
    The place where you reside a globe of hail,
    Perpetual the quake of weather fall.
    Thus trapp'ed are you in this sphere to veil,
    The snowflake on the tiny lifeless doll.
    Could you then frozen find the heart to melt?
    And shatter glass with waves of mighty surge.
    Trough love, the plastic heart will pulse to svelte,
    The hand to cease the shakes, above emerge.
    In this, the drug of mind, the walls unseen,
    The fog by lifted wind will make serene.