Hats

Why should the woods be caged In order to look alike? Multi-colored umbrellas In the wild Jailed in a hat Mold makers with style Colors, feathers, and sounds Stomping off your mind Vibrations dig up a smile That cracks all the way Up to your melting eyes Emulators of light Outsider tones Flooding your speech One slaughtered sheep Absorbed by the void Returns as gray, rolling spheres With no value at all Fish turn unable to drop Their folded paper stones Sand walkers of our world Canned mushrooms lay ahead They all look the same Sons of a geometric shape Nothingness growing up Directly from your head Falling around your neck Stands locked, so it waits For you to smash the jar Revival of the white flash Ideas should not fit in a hat....