How's that sound to be found, crowned with profoundness, to be reknowned in a round town, for a sound you didn't sound? You'd break ground to pull down the crown you've found and look around at the browness of reality, the plain sound of life. Jot down all the common nouns, without a frown or without drowning in sound you didn't sound, in a town you haven't found, with a profoundness you do not regret.