With every breath a little I lose

Nails and Stones are left to choose

I remember colors, which I could recall

Shades a many and canvas too small

Drawn as I am, back to my cage

To break a phrase and start a page

I, look back upon the lights that fade

Draw my blinds; stumble and wade

The carcass blooms and the darkness shines

And again I reply, “Ah, Yes! I am fine.”