As she swayed to the tide of music nobody heard The ghostly rhythms of my own forgotten soul caught FIRE Tap dancing tenaciously on the tightrope of the void Calling forth cascading cataracts, callousing over the mind, a cacophony of Mallards, flying south for the winter, NEVER AGAIN TO SEE THEIR MOTHERS. She tied my brain into a rope and swung across the chasm Laughing like a Mameluke who had just discovered his feet. The camel was left behind at the gate The Babble went on till the break of dawn Till it stopped. And collapsed. And felt weak as a Sunday Noon Tide Carolers Bunchcake, Fun and Dry, Severing again and again the Hair twine Randal Slappy Blimp map candy man Cadillac attack A BOTTLE OF WINE AND TWO LEFT FEET LATER A scumaladdoodalla frigate-splayed poodle-cups When finally she agreed to let me into her preschool I had already given up the hope of ever having a career in the arts. Bean friends. Are the only friends. That accompany you. To heaven.