Be nice to see the sky fall, watch the glassy ceiling crack open from sadness and flood us all, the lakes and oceans freeze, a blistering cold and fissures opening in a rush, rolling blue waves, split trees and florid orchards pulled from the ground, people kissing on me, the complicated storms from space, ancient pyramids and tombs unearthed, the mummies and gold bugs crawling in the empty eye sockets, dancing, people dancing, red dresses and soft, yellow hair, music from another room, something that fades when a train passes and returns like open arms and in the exact same sequence you left off, see yourself in a wall-mirror, the elegant Mahagonny wood table, secret smile, secret life, scar on your chin, bury your father and mother, sister and brother, run into open arms, open palms, things that aren't there, embracing an unspeakable grace and whispering delight, open arms, opening arms and a blank silence, empty, hollow and alone, that's all it is, a badly painted train passing and the jagged-rock shoreline artwork is alive with the dove-gray tidal waves crashing in from the ocean, the dank, sodden and bloated branches in the water look like allied soldiers who stormed the beaches of France, the pale German faces frozen in terror-stricken poses and palsied frames of brutality, faces they deserve, faces like defeated puzzles.