Adrift in the tundra of emptying transit The man from the meadow reflects on the habit He finds in the shiver of rivers of ozone The stink of the metal and cowflesh of his home. Intrigued by a friend in the sentinel spreading The ape who'd escaped from perpetual treading He finds in the crack of the black of his shadow The musk of old dust that implies he's a rascal. Basking the open of closing out lifelines The reptile instant delights in the nighttime He finds in the freckle of skin universal The cue that can slither without a rehearsal. Driven by bubbles that slide in environs The fish in the soup refusing the silence He finds in the middle of scale of outside The slime embryonic explicitly can't hide. Splitting to prove its the whole and the wholesome The germ from the babble who blathers and then some He finds in the nothing of space all about him The mystery's purpose is drowning the fountain.