| The finger of my heart is pointing at you. My tongue has tasted your whirling brilliance. | |
| I gave it a cupful in your diamond shoe, but lost it all with the dice of dalliance. | |
| Now all those armies of you rush at me, Even on a trampoline no resilience. | |
| Are not able to see, The blazing beauty of my essence! | |
| Therefore I dance in the tunnels of the kings in their tombs, and eat from the tables of babes in the wombs | |
| With still my finger pointing at you.. Through armies and tunnels Just remember me and my finger are watching you Wherever you roam,walk, slither and run... From early mornings dawn to the setting of the sun The pointing of my finger has just begun.... | |
| Avast auricularity sheathed around portentious prating Grainful passes towered the basall ridges amid pulsating | |
| Lugosi jumps in, promoting speed-dating, leaving his skates parked where it says "no waiting". | |
| To everybody, still and shivering, dead and quivering, this message I do send...'tis time for this masterpiece poem to finally end! |

