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