in the way that a vine
doesn't mind its climb
upward on some brick wall,

this familiar soul is lonely
in these new halls.

i'm staring at the ceiling:

nothing but a hideously gray shape,
but it's forming into something.

i am a table with three legs
i am a monster with no fangs
i am a rainbow of blackness

would you like to join me
on the rooftop
to look up at the
madness?

you can find a seat
up on my shoulders
to get a little
closer.

there's something more than a hideously gray shape,
and it's found its way to my mind.

i am a table with three legs
i am a monster with no fangs
i am a rainbow of blackness