In common room, below a staircase
You hold still as quintessential body
And let world’s words fly about you.
The world shall hold still about you
When you are body lowered in box
A common room for quintessential.
Below staircase the words hold still
As quintessential earth flying a sun.
Hold still as they hate ironic smiles.
In common room, the worms smile
But fear a laughter by quintessence
As they go about essential business.