For Dathi - mugs down please

[Maena]

I wrote this some time ago and wouldn't have thought of posting it.. but then Dathi wrote something about entertainment..

certainly unfolding follicles of blinding blight refract refold from erratic light many-folding disturbance in the watered wire mist coloured glasses in a jesters attire to descend on flinging tones but for the bent diversion of paths and corridors wretched contortion in moaning horns adorning the dead of night and light in everlasting instant of crossing bow morning child from torn pliant form of what you had become in the between outside the chiming dream lark lift wing merrily fools sing of painted dragons toes and days of gold it has begun it has begun as it began before it ended in the belly of the rose
fire at the cat when it lay there silently guarding mother whosoever severely deserted my knees tap your cap my deary cheery blossom of may when all shadows clutter up the bunk by candle and fay sleep whispering little feather wipe your mind from painted spots and sparkle so shy say hello and goodbye windy daffodil rushes overhead whenever I think of you fondly from all those old times stems a rolling raisin rising to the blue mountains where mother smirks for the hounds all the roaming bandits calling out to severe silk ribbons loosely twirling in the painted lunch box of my only children say hello and goodbye for all the old times they haven't been changing much now since the little fawn grew older than he could show while he met you in green and wild strawberries beaming to the sparkling stream but rivers do change with the flow of the hairy dark undercoat of life -looking for my eyeball now