Even below all these rivers, people talking baits the ocean
Even below all these rivers, on the side a hive has loomed
To see the truth in your mind they destroyed my life
Sacred trips I enjoined to shelter me
Positioned time distantly in design
You've listened to what I've once known
Decayed looseleaf is used up and failing
Without much sleep a droll visitor upon your stoop
In time a tall monster will dream of me without aiming
Even below all these rivers