Laying in a bed of grass
Feels like floating.
Watching the trees
clouds passing
and the sun - in the eye.
The phone rang
some weird voice spoke to me
"And the moles with no eyes
but yet not blind,
six arms and one leg
but not a lone.
Standing in the light
but yet unseen
wings like a fish
tail like a bird."
Strange words in the dark
and the elephants on the wall.
Trembling I write my dreams,
I recollect a vision from the past.
On the other side of the field
I heard, I heard [bad word] 
"Feels like two
feels like three
feels like something is in the tree."
The song was fading away
evidence of things unseen.
But I believe I found,
I found myself
laying in a bed of grass.