Where is my dreamland
This dire eve?
I feel a cool, crisp, subtle breeze
Per-
co-
lating off the winter shore
Simplistic notion of this but nothing more


Elo-
quent
com-motion populates the treatise
Paleanthropic distant fires from long forgotten tribes do light our
Solemn, whistful spirits


Ulterior
Set type — not inferior


Atavastic, yet unforgiving, sans altruistic
Peculiar forms dance through the ecliptic
A short-coming, sensation unfulfilled, settles hard on my long stick


Pre-
emp-
tive measures formulate a turn-about
Merry corre--lation whirling in a waterspout


Devise my contemplation
Sickly written indisposed disposition of pasty
White condition


And then I saw it…



In the middle of the hall

On the oval, black and white marbled table

Next to the purplish-green tall cubic vase

Staring back at me, even as I looked into its shining,
Bright fluorescent glowing hazel eyes


Clicking its flicker-flacker dark brown bristly hairs,
Which lay combed flat on those many, many legs...


Licking its -- wait! are those teeth?!





Just before — !