the time has come the walrus said but I don't really care/ to talk of ships and sealing wax and rotten angel hair/ it once was good but now it's gone I wondered where it went/encased inside a stream-of-conciousness Word document.

a simple verse a simple rhyme a senseless clump of words/my rhyme could be philosophy my rhyme could be absurd/but once you ponder what i say you fall within my power /it barely took a minute now-- you waste a quarter-hour.

a dragon lept a dragon screamed and cried 'let there be light!' /a person felt its fiery breath heat up the frozen night /but when he turned to gaze upon that giant creature there /the mass of breath and scales and heat vanished into thin air.

who am i, cried the nameless girl, i cannot see my face /how could I come to be here, in a shadowed empty place? /i wished to see the color, to see where colors began /i saw rainbow after rainstorm but I ran and ran and ran.

I do not wish to see the light i only wish to weep /I let the crawly-crawlies crawl, i watch the creepies creep / the bottom-feeder in us all thrives within my skin /i'd look upward when i'm climbing but i do not wish to win.

how could i let me come to this, fine creature that I was /decendant of the unicorns, princess of faerie blood; / I need magic to fufill me i need light to make me whole / to see what uncharted mystery lays dormant in my soul

but my poem has no ending, it keeps prompting me to think / and the waves of ceaseless wonder become oceans, and i sink / the cheerful swirls of color become empty whirlpools then / I dream too much for comfort -- I will never wake again.