A train ravels down the rail,
Cloud nine enough to block the sound of a baby’s wail
I’ve stood the test of time,
Coughed enough to a seizure without a curing-lime
A lot punctured through the harmless dart,
As though it was helpless, was strong enough not to part
Through the worlds,
Wonder stem grow my pods
Quite a dozen doubled up the years,
Function to pump the red fluid still rears.
It had only given in a lot for empty profess
Profess of tongues admix, nevertheless.
It had served enough shield,
As though it was on a war field.
The pinches-wound turns nothing but scalps
Recur numerously to build up in caps
Times never seizing
Seasons never ceasing
Through Coldy-fooly and windy-witty
It’s moisty, it’s dusty
Thorough wet and dry
I Laugh, I cry
Through the cold-blue and hot-brown
I Smile, I frown
Through the test of time; a clone.
I beat against my glassy heart in tone,
till it turned stone.