Sitting on the curb, I see nothing, Fondling opportunity, So I say nothing. The rainbow melancholy Probably of nobody, Probability muddied, Elite in discussion. Procession of remedy, Salve of urine, Bandage of gold, Who heals a beast, Of legend told? Behold the pale horse, Final legendary colt. Leaving our houses unsold, Every bed unmade, Sheets still folded.