Here Comes the Underground Steamboat

in dogmatic stillness, since uncle died he's been traversing the phantom dimensions from endless skyscrapers to artic edges through hailstorms of indignation but then he met the pondering moor king lost in abstractions of his cane castle and blocked his everlasting glance for good it was then, when mist(er)y girl showed up eerie and blossomless, just like anathema and took the hillside rambler by the hand astonished spectators watched the lovesick couple as they descended to the subway of hollow earth crowded and restless, markedly hectic everyone thought it's just a plain buffoonery but no one could break the mundane restrictions and all once for disrobe that badly sewn uniforms then, the catastrophe - cyclonic catharsis earthquake caused by the centipede march sent the ones with fiery hearts down the drain likewise the tin soldier and little Lady and sentenced them to be lone again