Shall cease from watching
The fat squashy sparrows
Pecking the autumn ground their feathers
Not in disarray
Shall cease from feeling absurd
In a cabbage strewn world
Shall cease from finding knowledge
In its endless stream
That's always and ever
Too hard to bear
Shall cease from love's emanations
And cease from kissing your thin lips
That seek my lipsticked mouth
And enter into the mist
Where time holds no sway -
Only the echo of my scream.
(Eduard Munch's Stolen Painting "The Scream)