Whisper my name then, my dear, from round the concrete wall,
I will feel the weight of it, like wind before the fall.
Offer up a sentence, with punctuation clear,
To cover countries in a thought as long as You declare.
That will be the death of all the doubts that, drifting through
my days of poofy powdered pokes, forget what to do with you.
Shout with every molecule that moves your super-soul,
So that my body bounces with vibrations centuries old.