When you count animals to fall asleep,
they begin to change, grow spare legs, tails,
eyes and other body parts, quite purposeless,
blow silly brass gadgets and cautiously
tap at piano keys with the hooves,
intertwine, merge and scatter away
squeaking, howling, roaring, etc.,
crunching light bulbs and mushrooms,
mocking their own allegorical nature,
and the jovial cosmos eagerly
awaits the whole pageant to go bananas,
heavy layers of the void fill the cages,
kennels, pens, stables, coops, corrals, pastures
and the hungover heads of illiterate deities forever.


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