In my backyard
 Sounds turn around
 Down fall apart
 In my playground
 In my dome on my own
 locked throught in a closet
 Splinter moves, cracking moans
 Dank angles in the attic
 Sixth sense stockpiled
 In the cellar
 And the ladder is broken

 Memories sleep in dust
 This shelter is doubtful
 Blind windows, flat eyes
 Stitched tight into time
 Til I rise unbound
 Transient illusion
 Clairvoyant suspension
 Translucid condition
 Principal connection

 Rise high, rise higher
 Shing shallow spirit shadows
 Tumult in the dark
 Telestrobic heart
 Murmur of the muse
 Whispering amused
 Fulfilling this square
 Circled in my lair
 I not awake
 This ever forever

 Perhaps faulty premonition
 Perhaps this doesn't change anything
 But for certain
 I will be hanging around
 Nether falling
 Wisdom's dipping
 Spiral stairway
 Logic's dripping
 Silent squeeze, shrinking scene
 This remains my domain
 Grave intrigue, I'm relieved
 All these stains left unnamed
 Grinches snicker, sneer at he
 Like grinning Cheshire cats [bad word] amuck, mad, crazy
 This cuboid upside down cell