A dream of ocean separates the island of sleep
from the obligations of the morning
the hour sides, though, with the knife's design.
every pill creates its toll,
every name an accident; exceedingly grand in fancy-
but really putty in the true world of daylight.
Excellent travelers build wives from mud
only to watch them fall from the corners of the earth
at the very first opportunity.
this morning I waited for a signal
to begin my own falling
through a delightful system of steam
through a house in the shape of a ship
through the locality of summertime
and the progress of August
seeing nothing but sticks I named the day
in honor of my eye.
God is in Stilettos
amongst all you goats
she broke the secrets of invincibility
then hid them from herself and
we, in danger, don't know when
we cross beneath the shadow of her mighty hand
and face the storm.
Horror and sorrow snap the blade
and give rise to works of art
made by drowsy dreamers
stained in perfect silence
leaving behind only a question of memory
Where is the world?