Chlorophyll, the deep sea green bullet. Once I did watch 
delighted and fell in. I fell in. April's tendrils, she 
crawls through grassy fields to form a crown of crocuses, 
a paper crane. It's an unfolding parade, an unbeatable 
cascade and its going fast from the factory labour privy 
to the black mailers. A real good cause I guess I'm 
blessed. I'm answered. Cancelled appointments I could 
have braved. Call in sick for my big fake while I'm, 
while I'm well awake. Chlorophyll. The statix always 
playing, nothings going on. Nothings going wrong with my 
privacy fence. With our liquid suspense. In the carnival 
clarinets from the underground pageant.