not always he they to trees dreams from saucer-sized afraid
deadened churning visciousness true. sadness Life, but a the rut pariah
of the days to come Because she was secluded. everything dies And
then they danced in the room of ball With a mighty shiver, the
maggot twitched. oh my, that's, that's my toes over their shoes and
under their 'fros Are stones part of time, he wondered Twas Brillig
don't even mention anything but my shoe