This virgin venture in to the left.
A voyage through the dust towards the west. Serotine so serotinous in this season.
This future-Miles from a past marred and squalorious.
It all falls in...and out.

This wounding tenure that hails all theft.
I am robbed of nearly all and sent to the bed.
Why do I draw all the salients nigh?
A single shot of ersatz, to calm all nerves they said.
It's drawn me in...and out.