Edit #1 -- now with new improved line breaks...
The day I fell asleep, the lights went on
in studio six. Behind my lids, miles of cable
and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised
his lack of sauce. Two fallen stars turned to boys
on a staging ground; a city wall was raised, razed,
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes.
I rolled and the world turned with me. Dido puzzled
isoperimetrically and someone found the salt.
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached. Beware, the idols are burning.
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner. It has happened:
it will happen. Myth and man are no mystery.
You turn your back, fiddle and the world catches fire.
Where are your roses now? Nobody will have you. You are evicted,
extracted, amazed. I offer you my vision; you cast it aside.
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt.
Original
The day I fell asleep, the lights went on
in studio six. Behind my lids, miles of
cable and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised
his lack of sauce. Two stars turned to boys on a
staging ground and a city wall was raised, razed,
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes.
I rolled and the world turned with me. Princesses
puzzled isoperimetrically and someone found the salt.
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached. Mind, the idols are burning. All is dark.
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner. It has happened:
it will happen. Myth and man are no mystery. You turn
your back, fiddle and the world catches fire. Where are
your roses now? Nobody will have you. You are evicted,
extracted, amazed. I offer you my vision.
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt. You will never see.
The day I fell asleep, the lights went on
in studio six. Behind my lids, miles of cable
and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised
his lack of sauce. Two fallen stars turned to boys
on a staging ground; a city wall was raised, razed,
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes.
I rolled and the world turned with me. Dido puzzled
isoperimetrically and someone found the salt.
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached. Beware, the idols are burning.
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner. It has happened:
it will happen. Myth and man are no mystery.
You turn your back, fiddle and the world catches fire.
Where are your roses now? Nobody will have you. You are evicted,
extracted, amazed. I offer you my vision; you cast it aside.
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt.
Original
The day I fell asleep, the lights went on
in studio six. Behind my lids, miles of
cable and gaffer tape twisted around Herakles
preparing hydra three ways as Hera criticised
his lack of sauce. Two stars turned to boys on a
staging ground and a city wall was raised, razed,
dusted and fed to wolves with crossed eyes.
I rolled and the world turned with me. Princesses
puzzled isoperimetrically and someone found the salt.
No, there is no room in this dish for an elephant,
unless poached. Mind, the idols are burning. All is dark.
Here in sleep, I am divine and diviner. It has happened:
it will happen. Myth and man are no mystery. You turn
your back, fiddle and the world catches fire. Where are
your roses now? Nobody will have you. You are evicted,
extracted, amazed. I offer you my vision.
Tomorrow I will wake to blindness, rise, and tread my eyes
into the dirt. You will never see.
It could be worse