STAIRS SNAKE DOWN TO THE FLOOR AND WIND THROUGH THE HALLS CLOCK SPRINGS FROM THE WALL AND MELTS IN THE HAND SNAILS RAGGED CLIMB CRIPPLED BY GHOSTS EGG DRIPPING YOLK COVERED WITH ANTS. OBJECTS UNMOVED AND MOVING FAST LOST AND MALIGNED AND DISTORTED IN SPACE FEAR OF THE DARK AND THE WILL TO SURVIVE
IN THE CRADLE OF DREAMS
THE PASSAGE OF TIME
BLENDS ALL OF THE THINGS THAT REMAIN IN THE MIND
AND THE DOOR AND THE STAIRS AND THE FLOOR AND THE RAIN
LIKE MAD WOMEN FROM SPAIN FALL OUT OF THEIR FRAMES
ONE PLUS ONE IS A DOG BARKING ORDERS
THE SOLUTION TO CHAOS IS RAMPANT DISORDER
HOW DO I KNOW, YOU ASK, PER CHANCE?
BECAUSE THE SKY IS BRIGHT PURPLE
AND IT MELTS ON A BRANCH)