Black bells toll,
Flowers scatter,
Stars undone,
Black hole
In the center
Far, far away,
Or so it seems they meant
To say,
But it is not true,
There are no sails
Of time, nor space to unfold,
No mist over the eyes who see
In the stirring jungle.
Only the frog watches,
Intent,
And your world is not his;
Your world of laws of what can be,
And what cannot, do
Not contain the worlds untold
Of magic tales
Written on the scroll
Of the single
Bright ray
Of the sun.