Underneath the stampede of a world in rush towards the great start
Beneath the harsh concrete that embalms the land with tarr
Down-Down deep there is still a staggering, beating heart
High-High up an omniscient, constant, tenacious cosmic star
And us rolling and ruling and flying and sailing
Ever unsated, our dehydrated souls frantically flailing
Mindlessly scattering our "being"; nibbled by the flea of greed
A world in rush to the great end that lies underneath the stampede.