Shoe

Black ship, kick the door! Your language is dust Cornered, sacred words A forgotten sheep Demanding a shift Thunderstorm clouds attend No one will notice, in the end Incomplete carcasses Diamond worm domain In your prism-like universe Fed on geometric shapes Rhyme that door! Run away! Black ship, sail! Smashing broccoli heads Reach the portal in the rain Floating bowl on cosmic haystacks Look it up with my velvet spoon Then join the silk, sonic blast On the roof Oh, but your hands are tied! Symbiosis shall come in hand Blow my steps way up high (Balloons and thread look alike When papered by fish in flight) Spider my past into the air And I shall take you there