Contemplative of night's rectitude,
Dullness of awareness
Quiet throughout
A slow unawareness of time
But watching slow change
As a snake or lizard
Will sense change with its tongue
So does the monolith beast
An' ever'ry once in a while
It will slowly turn its head
As day goes into night
And night into day-
The concrete living minions
Sit ever quiet and wait
Unaware of a baleful
Uninspired arrested existence
Patient unto night, slowly
Waiting unto day
Insipidly forever lying
In wait