After all the dreams started words just showed up on
the page each day looking for some company a single
point on which to rest their heads paralyzed and squeaky
clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim there was
no sign the change was fixed tumbling down in sympathy
outsides run against the grain in streams after all
the dreams started words just showed up on the page
each day speak ing volumes out of turn upside down
sinking into shade paralyzed and squeaky clean dull
and flat a bit of shade to slim looking for some company
a single point on which to rest their heads dark and
flat against the page wading deep in muddy shade and
the quiet of the change when all the dreams started