Crazy
A million stars shine underfoot
The grass ripples in the sky.
We do our washing in the mud
And all pigs must learn to fly.
Clouds crawl along the ground
Trees roots grab the air
Black sun freezes hard
Destruction lives on everywhere.
Our seasons are all backwards
We see no sounds at all.
Our thinking has gone haywire
There are no visions on the wall
We see no light in the darkness
We are confused and glad
We cry at flowers growing
We are both happy and sad…
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