New poem

Alembic.tex

@@ -528,7 +528,7 @@ Essentially, a collection
     Laying inert like tin battles with the soul\\
     Until one wins on his own terms
 \end{Verse}
-\end{document}\\
+\chapter{Stereo}
 \begin{Verse}
     The downhill pipe\\
     all leaks and all flows\\
@@ -541,5 +541,10 @@ Essentially, a collection
     but rageous be \\  
     against the passage of the time.\\
     Flames shall be your soul\\
-    and your touch shall be fire.
+    and your touch shall be fire.\\
+    Intertia and hiding\\
+    only stack yourself\\
+    up your back.
 \end{Verse}
+\end{document}\\
+