A place to jot and spot and blot inking as a thought Shall the music cool a place not that we can bought Grammar spells the end of time as did all the work Sheeting on a train slow car all that I could shirk Lazy is as movement not action thus suspected I can see the civil rot all that we’ve neglected Yet the death of any tree ought be let to be quite free Stresses on continuation beg to choke imagination Create the world: mind at rest thus goes out the tension Feats of love are never jest as will means attention