Slippery dreams fade
In the night, away.
My mind wanders
Stepping in a pink haze,
Created by disarray
And a clean sense - madness.
Standing silently in the garden
In earthly and heavenly delights,
I feel bizarre and light-headed.
Tricycles filled with accidental decrees
Whistle in my ear
And it makes me mad.
My eyes drift in the pale stars
And I ask reliable Vega,
“Where are my marbles?”
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