The Sky Itself

If thinking men lay just beneath the sun

with gods above and demons down below

The hot air balloon rises just for fun

just underneath the beak of the black crow--

It soars like an old witch across the moon

that stretched pale skin is scarred from wall to wall

below is the reflection of the spoon

The mirror lake, I see the crystal ball

The neon light is hanging in the night

The sky itself seems to be taking flight.