He put an idea in his hands
And rushed the steps
Until the day broke even
And the sand fell between fingers
As though on the look out
For something grim and terrible
The eyes wander
They drift
Far into the horizon
He put an idea on his feet
And walked away from it
Stuck to the shoe
Like a piece of gum
And with sticking steps
He stopped to check
He unwound the idea
Into his fingertips
And picked it out of the tread
He put an idea in his soul
And incubated it
As if it were a baby mouse
Warming to the prospects
Of being as close to a mother
As a man can be
Only that it should die
And the pet be lost forever
In the tide of reason
And death
ohellino 