Trace Homourun Words

Entitled: unknown
Initials: N.H, for 'No Home', 'No Humour'
'Never felt without a Head tumour,
my heart, couldn't be so luckier, it's fell in a cave, where the floor couldn't be muddier'

Since cave times,
"Cave men, where are you, I am be-far you, never by side"
Upto present times,
"Humans, where are you, I am be-far, stuck, legs wrapped in forest branch,
suffering wooden illumination into imagination so hard, my 'light' is seen as plank"

In need of ring of circle dance, charity of a pagan dance - for I couldn't rave as to be able to move without bats flying fro' me

"who, through me down this hole - I'd like to know,
but for that to be of knowledge I'd have to be known,
by all these muggins of people,
all the suits that get dry cleaned, all the kids that cannot see as far as round the corner,
all these people with deadly dry humour"

I title an unpublished book, it's unknown - never grown into markecy,
that way - life as the story, can always stay safely pretty

Laugh, croke, carve smile - go on, it'll only be there for a short while,
words - will seether foreve', even the ones human(e)kind aren't lucky enough to read