Imagine That (A Musical Interlude)

What was unwritten slithering onto
The page like a friar’s fat
Thumb tracing the lines
Of the syllables unspoken
But heard silently in the mind
Like an argument for
The existence of God or
His image…Psst, brother
Are we still going to go
Through with it? --
Go through with what? --
With the question? -- I will allow
No questions… And the man
Walked up the hill with a
Cane, it was made of
Birch, and he leaned his weight
Onto it and it rested on
The ground and the ground rested
On the earth and the earth
Was on the Earth below
The stars to the right of
The sun and the moon
Winked and the birds were nodding their
Heads in agreement
Or they were puzzled or cocked
To one side like someone
Listening intently
For a sound or a song…
I will be getting along
To bed now. Where will you sleep?
Under the hills…There is a tapping
Tap that comes --
Like the rain there is a tapping
Tap that drops and crawls across
The earth -- like a snake,
It is like the presence of a snake
Leaving slime, this tapping is like
The residue of a trail
That is traced, he traces it
Across the moon…All things
Are connected. -- What?
-- In principle; they call it
Fate: when I was born,
There was no early
Or late and this is capital,
This is the capital of the
World. The world
Is like a sign hanging over
A garden; it swings
In the breeze. We swing
In the breeze. Please.