Finding the dying knight sleeping
Eating his fairy cakes and thromboidic arterial Kronos tablet
Eating the old loud noise louts, the days in the sacred coal chambers
Eating the burn fruit, the capable fantastic ogre poor oats
Being guided aimlessly endlessly along fantastic future holes
Guiding goading finally floating,
The days pulling punishment into the dark deep void shaft of an endless heaven
The beautiful opposites know who we are, they understand and they love and know
It is all there is, this fairy life, and the beautiful doors beyond
New worlds, different neighbourhoods pulling, swelling, knowing, holding