Tickle-tripped lights race up with the sights and surround the spiraling pears
Pears burst in the light of the most amazing might, dull yet shimmering with hairs
Up raise your hand and find it again, split in two yet always with three
Raise up your eye and see where you die yet born again as angels with we
Under your toes falls whoever who knows and darkness consumes as if light
Positive and negative mean nothing right now as left hand will equal to right
Shaking and shuttering, heads are a-stuttering, and thimbles lift high within lakes
Outside calls inside out for a walk and trees wave back double takes
Dream lull rise and dream lift fall, never equaling what they are called
Inside one’s mind the world you’ll find should be sailed without boundaries or walls.