dancing for a pile of change which her feet rearranged,
Jane made it through the bottles of beer and sang a dream
without delay, the dream of love against seductive oppression,
the dream of life in a time betrodden by sweet decay that
comes from lover's lips like a darkened melody.

singing this melody:

As time moves around, the stolid sky falls down with licks
of flaming water, seeming darkened ire. Pick up, where you
drank of singing things, pick up where you left off.

Find me here, among the words you placed,
find me here, among the humiliation in their disgrace.