the boxes on the wall are ornery
suoı̣ʇsǝnb ןɐɔı̣ɹoʇǝɥɹ ǝsn oʇ ʇɔǝןƃǝu their corners go along suspiciously
suoı̣snןɔǝɹd uɐǝɥɔszʇı̣ǝN ɥʇı̣ʍ sʎʞsuı̣ɾ̣ı̣N the full fucoid compliments of the line
spɹɐʌǝןnoq uo sʇɹɐd ɹı̣ǝɥʇ pɹɐɔsı̣p
of malady, on to their final design
sɹoop ɔı̣ʇɐɯoʇnɐ ʇuɐɹouƃı̣ ɐı̣ʌ
reaching an ultima thule, at last,
(uʍoןq sɐɥ ǝuı̣ɥɔɐɯ pɹɐɔ ǝɥʇ ʇɔɐɟ ǝɥʇ ǝʇı̣dsǝp)
facing aquarelle smiles from the civil servant class
oɟuı̣ ןǝʌɐɹʇ ǝpı̣ʌoɹd spɹɐʍɹǝʇɟɐ oɥʍ
quip at least another day has passed
ǝɯoɥ ʎuoɯı̣ɹǝnb ɹı̣ǝɥʇ ǝʞɐʇ uɐɔ ʎǝɥʇ os