Something was stirring in the depths
From under the muck by the roots of the Matter
Something rose, crawling up toward the misty glow.
On the banks the snake shed her skin
Tulip buds began to stretch
Velvet petals uncurled.
I flexed my toes where I, sleeping on the banks, lay
From the Crow’s nest came a caaaawwww-ll:
Come! The Wheel turns while the water churns
The great mosaic pulls the anchor up and away
Come! This ship of fools sets sail today!
Within the depths a glimmer, a ripple
Something flew out shiny and glistening,
It danced in spirals where I lay listening;
The deer ate up the tulips,
The snake gorged on chicks and eggs,
Once more the waters parted, the ship as yet had not departed.
A Lady rose in a splash of lollipop droplets
That landed on my eyes, long held fast by the Dustman
They opened, shaking off poppy seeds in surprise.
She tossed me up in the air
Brushed a different kind of dust into my hair
Kissing my brow
She placed me on the prow;
I gave her a curtsy, pirouetted,
Then she flew up into the light
Leaving a trail of stars in the night.
Come! I called in delight
The ship pushed off the shore