The prisoners dream of insects.
The chaplain speaks of sin.
The doctor reads of music.
The painter stinks of gin.
The salesman cries of nuance.
The fisherman pleads of shade.
The author hums of Portage.
The spinster spits of age.

The prisoners dream of insects.
The prison sighs of grace.
The angels scream of wisdom.
The winds imagine rain.

The prisoners dream of insects.
The heavens take up space.