A gross dilution
A gross dilution of fantasy
The calm of self imposed chaos
Dreaming of down between your head
and the stone
A distance between the duel realities
Disregarding possibility in order to retain a sense of community
They all became just pleasant dilution’s
Projected on a starry screen
For the viewer to enjoy
For the voyeur to expand
An auditory adventure of orifice adventure
As when my age reached eight
And I dug the hole in the hill behind my house
Just to bury adventure people in
And loose them in the dark
I miss that hill of dirt
I don’t have any action figures any longer.