Nothing too crazy really,
just want to be sure the wind is in the gully.
Strike fast,
the slow fire of my mind.
In time cracked eggs fill the room with velvet music and rope.
Too long the elephant’s tail;
and me,
making my way to the top of an anthill,
wary not to fall down into the colony where I would surely be torn to pieces and used as scaffolding.
Lemmen's Nursery 