You Kid

The first concern: mysterious babies. Please let's turn to a new perplexion: the emergence of the grown-up things. Alzheimer's, or catching rabies? Faint, like changing fashion bouts? or a sudden busting-at-the-gut. Lazy clouds plumping up or a piñata thundercloud bottoming out? Consider this working theory of mine: the great, petrified, adult spine evolves on eons of childish pining; horses rue the portly giraffe. Or - it is a soundless exchange; we enter blind the portal of sleep. Slippers, oblivious, on welcome heat: two charring wisps in an innocent furnace… You told me, once, that sheep dream of people- people dream of sheep and fences in a giant dance like the earth and sun and years, be patient, count one-two-three (fall asleep). But I continue to burst from cakes for my own overgrown sakes- to breath the knowledge of wishes.