We dance
We clatter
We concur
Weave the matter
Lure
Until the latter
Ear-shedding overture
Replace the better in yourself
And let the best occur
While mixing planes
Where your spirit dwells
And body cures
To march for more
Whatever shape is haunting you
Whatever voice or sound
We grasp the void
We make the point transponding
Our rounds
While mixing grounds
While mixing floors
We get to know any doors
Wherever destined many times
To realloy our clandestines
We hence may shatter
What was once pretold
Beyond the ladder
To get hold