Loops on end oh loops on end, a thousand for roses whose sweet blossom, please the mind sweet roses, loops and sweet roses. Oh Monolith, deep in deep of time, underneath toes whose walk’s without notice; Yet to be is wonderous, wanderous. For wont of sight have it stolen; strike spotted fields in loops on loops on loops, rigorous loops and loops and loops. Sweet roses, taste again. Hallowed time, echo, like vast spirits gained abreast, deep breadth. Bury me any way that speaks like sweet roses in time.