Moving Through Midnight

Rabbits are on fire and Sound has turned to hay, Tossed across my vision and Caging all our could've-beens. Frozen dead cold in front of us, Worse than animated clowns. Your own mind will take any sort of shadow trick As truth or entertainment. So cut your tough crust off. Feel your arms reach into the ruling waters. Make your smile broader than landscapes. Take no heed of nearby towns. They know not your plans and schemes. Move forward with the resilient efficacy Of a tunneled train moving through midnight.