The bones of men trinkle down through the sea

of Sorrow, Misery, and Innesfree.

Death and Life take turns moving a small key

and Man falls before a blankless void free.

Man will crumble and grow every few blinks

He comes through the Earth with Nothing, lifeless

Only when He begins to cry he sinks

Into the everlasting pit: silent

Man continues the cycle 'til Death's scythe

ultimately collects the sands of that

which is the Universe and all our lives

We flash for a moment, becoming flat.

Nothing cared nor noticed our departure

The bones of men now voidless and stronger.