Prohibited Verses

Yet another of Owen's ventures in the written form. Composed during a severe bout of psychosis and all its encumbent insights. Onwards! And Godbless...

All the earth's a droplet thus
A' shaking on the great earth-bus
We travel further, shaking dust
From our frames, but creep will rust
Until the drop is rearing, arrange
Refracting all the beauteous range