Spoken:

I had this dream and there was a king and he was looking at the sky

and the sky turned around and looked at him and said, "King, you don't

know what it's like to rule, you only know about time, and time is

going to kill you. And you know what king, time is imaginary."





White cello in an archway

Frosted glass across the courtyard

Lead light and beams

The dignity and insistence of age

Swallowing me up as I approach thirty





Coloured ideas that once were monochrome

Manifest themselves in this great mansion

The woodwork of centuries

I cannot greet new buildings

I lust after the ancient





You trip me up and graze my knee

And I'll shrug the responsibility of healing

There's all this blood on the inside of my trousers

There's an 'L' shaped tear in well cut cloth

I'm only learning





Less and less I worry

More and more I dream

And I'll feed myself sweet nectared knowledge

And I'll suffer its consequences





Time is imaginary