There is a sacrilege of walking water
And laughing stones
All around a pinpoint sky where
Camels are doomed to buy rare books.
Words are too clumsy for equine ears.
Vegetables suck the planets dry
And float away to bathe in the sea of
Idiocy with agoraphobic soap bars, to
Change the attitude to the one
Improper for revelation, to blatantly say:
End of story.