I've counted more than these sheeps,
Yet I am still not visited by sleep,
I've now changed my pricking comforter,
Still not enough to put me in slumber,
Perhaps its not my bed nor my skin,
But She and the Begetter in endless spleen,
Thugs, slamming doors , and trembling voices,
Even my monster was awoke by the noises,
Oh this Sphere is just too cruel,
Let me be far in this duel,
No longer I can take this cacophony,
Cease my ear and render me in obscurity.
