Stones and stocks - Hieronymus Bosch

Day chaos sour into the evening flow

The headache’s gone with human undertow

Where the usual feelings ever trend

Fade away like footsteps in the sand

The hearts are stuck into seclusion live ghosts are shrunk

Into themselves impressive stagecraft of illusion…

Numbered among the stones and stocks

The fleet of faith goes upon the rocks

Stone deaf animated stones

Walking trees (crowned with)

Sphere-shaped bones

The evening sank into the midnight mire

And sadness starts to pull the wires:

«Is someone there to comprehend?»

The leading question for the people of the sand…