grabbed the hand of my unlikely stepped into the square of sand far from towns and far from home and turned to the battlements above I see you bustling newcomers lot I see you distributing the gel in the pews to help with the pests in your rooms to make this a real place but I proclaim 20 helping hands for our friend not paying attention there in the stands yes, I am talking to you the show is already on I will tend to you so won't you come down the sun in my eyes my occipital in my lower back I turn into crickets sizzling alive I see you sniff- I see him sniffing his limits daily, my unlikely I sat on the courtyard and talked to the ground I could change all of their hair colors with the snap of my finger and a lot of time and a supply of hair dye there I loitered in the arena while the knowledge grew therein I did it all the time walked in looked up appeared supine