In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I could not look
Beneath my eyelids a witty thundering thought
Of fever, come, I rest like a column
A slender structure, pillar a post
In my distress I lay here expressionless
A slender structure, a pillar a post
All’s vanity, now I’m columnized
This still spell that I am under
Made solid and of stone
This still spell that I cannot break
I will remain columnized
On my eternal flight to somewhere
Obstructed by this obtuse oddity
Nonetheless I enter entropy
My strength slowly exits my body
I am nothing that I used to be