nac eht ni


nac eht ni  (  in the can  )

scraping scapes of dawns

deep upon the speak of sleep

as aurora yawns

so a cockerel crows

draining brains in bursts of bird

as the blither flows

while a spider spins

silken webs within the head

stringing hymns in tins

wriggle scribbled squirms

prancing pants of pastoral

ants & earthen worms

as a phantom hare

in the twists of mizzled mist

spins this sylphid air

scattered scraps of dreams

passengers on paper planes

baked but magic beans



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