The hand reached the top of the hill

As if as like touching the clouds

Big lovely laughing clouds dancing wildly

You can tumble she said she said

So I did

As if my head were clean from evaporation

You moved me you did you silly

You silly pie

There were streams of alligators washed away

Life was climbing with the flowering vines

And all this time it just kept growing

Cause and effect?

Not a chance.

In China

I was walking on the wall

Trying to get to the end of it

As it wingled around

With the noodles

Circling into a river fall

And towers close to it all

To dance on the walls

And let my entrails spill

Reading a book

With words

And bright colored pictures.