In my backyard
Sounds turn around
Down fall apart

In my playground
In my dome on my own
A locked throught in a closet

Splinter moves, cracking moans
Dank angles in the attic
Sixth sense stockpiled

In the cellar
And the ladder is broken


Memories sleep in dust
This shelter is doubtful
Blind windows, flat eyes

Stitched tight into time
Til I rise unbound
Transient illusion

Clairvoyant suspension
Translucid condition
Principal connection


Rise high, rise higher
Shing shallow spirit shadows

Tumult in the dark
Telestrobic heart
Murmur of the muse

Whispering amused
Fulfilling this square
Circled in my lair

Am I not awake
This ever forever


Perhaps faulty premonition
Perhaps this doesn't change anything
But for certain

I will be hanging around
Nether falling
Wisdom's dipping

Spiral stairway
Logic's dripping
Silent squeeze, shrinking scene

This remains my domain
Grave intrigue, I'm relieved
All these stains left unnamed

Grinches snicker, sneer at he
Like grinning Cheshire cats
Running amuck, mad, crazy

This cuboid upside down cell