Sleeping

i slept a dead sleep and
i did not walk

if i flew,
i flew me round the dark side of the moon
where whispers wander freely
and time does trickle nearly close to real

Dangerous

my thoughts are a runaway train
but there's a bomb in my pocket
i'll take you insideout but i'll drop you fast
when last you saw me i was learning
but now i'm learned
i'll build you a castle
but then i'll burn it
i'll furnish it, polish it; i'll make it gleam
in the sun like your most golden dream
then i'll smoke it all
burn it all
turn it all down to ash on the ground

Newness

And then there was a once upon a time
that all the little ones
reached out into the darkness of what isn't

they reached out with  blind pink paws
and sniffed with
blind little pink mole noses
and their collective little blind mole whiskers
positively quivered
for the newness of it all