Bell That Rings

I am the bell that rings lone into the night of cold and frost and pinching rains and roaring thunders and vivid lightning I am the bell that rings the Poet Seer stopped singing a few days he stopped he ceased but then he rung again and chanted chanted O capture the Emotions globally globally be careful! they slide cunningly: humans are in them for humans of emotions be and emotions are driver-seats and drivers for the human biochemistry: stag red that ran in to the night skewed mists that went about her high an arrow shot the stag fell raced not more rang the station bell hooted the old train the Doppler effect memory in the awnings stared the owl from her deep wisdom woken. tere liken sipe kolin gere pilen sere sere bloki metar de pere acquus sivar te mere ah! rhytym be emotion, emotion rhythym sang the strong Stag with frosty mists of breath coming from its nostrils deep inside. The times pass, the ages pass the cunning joker laughed out his sad heart in the midst of the Circle and the people clapped: he smiled outside and cried inside the Buffoon. kolin gere pilen sere sere bloki metar de pere acquus sivar te mere.