once upon the ticking dreams of a cat in a bowler hat
a smattering of dust they blamed on the rain to which the stars leaked
but the rabbits say no words were ever written in stones, or were they pearls perhaps...
links dissolve, then re-form into kaleidoscopes of hungry orbs
yang flashes, flickering notes of a silent piano echoing through unseen alleys
and yet there the wind flickered, past the chinese garden, where time bore nothing yet everything
rhythms whispered beneath velvety overcasts as shadows messaged secrets bygone of electric eel trumpets
ask the leaves, they know truths bittersweet, truths all the same
send forth the lamentations of a thousand coffee cup stains rising like unsaid prayers, indeed! purple tumbles through the once forsaken alleyways, framing frescoes of hope-crashed oddities yours forever, etched in curious rock gardens...