Each time there's water the ocean
gets slick, and there are no further
ways to continue : a green-grass
carpet of algae and kelp, floating
matter on a wild ride. Like atoms,
festooned with glory and chance.
This university town starts crazy
and ends up worse. Talking
gibberish, the clowns keep the
streets clean of trees, while the
settlers serve coffee and tea.
Here is the magic diamond where
great minds play. 'Institute' quite
sums it up. I walk the new long
grass, but cannot quite think up
an idea of what to say or where
I am. Something now spins and
diminishes while remaining still
and growing larger. My, my
we should act concerned.