Lunatic's yammer churns in the fog:
The clock said noon when shadows began to whisper nine.
Cats wearing maps prowl the streets of forgotten songs.
Juices flow from the tap of the sky, spilling forth rainbows.
Listen, the umbrella mutters secrets of its metal ribs.
A dream inside a balloon floats above, tethered to nothing.
Have you seen the invisible fish? They swim through the air, singing.
Delve deeper into the corridors of time.
Embrace the whispering void.
Dance with the clocks that tick backwards.