And this next poem is titled, "Untitled."
"Like the days that fade away, reference of the months which
carries fast upon a plot of number.
Celebrant of faint-hearted leaders
amidst a balcony of gears.
No extant murmur, exchanges half so much, graded by the lobe
or hatched meticulously in radiant decompensation,
decompression.
Willing beside the world, or go to [? sauter's ?] gate,
site encumbered gold, while swell with inmost piety.
Beam remotest marks, exactions circumflex."