Bedtime Rhymes

this time lapse in my lap spinning back with rotation ovations of sensations accessing axis surrounded by constellations pure contemplation, beyond identity and nations, would aliens commit salutations, comment conversation we'll concur cross examination to further investigation fell free to fulfill fully profound feelings pro sound revealings of low and behold I'm not dreaming bitten by really live, communiques unexplainable but here to beautify life with the unattainable call me an idealist, spiel this, to wheel in whales whitened by weasels appearing to spear, when wills are frail and pale, sail to tails, attracting through storm and gale drawn like a form of speech, plucked like the twang a culture teach i make a sculpture where interest peaks, written forms where dreams and worlds meet, eye of the beholders' treats