kilroy was here       or was it kiljoy?

here in my castle       that no good earthworm in cloche

and myopic to boot

one boot two boots many many boots       singing words strung like beans

but bean skin tougher than most (it is the salt of course)

and cooker no help under pressure

in the warmth of air changing presence from warm to cold

like so much imagination

a ship of fools on an ocean of love

and who knows how to navigate?

who knows where to go?

and is that even a vessel?

all is what it seems       a spaghetti western

fear not the fata morgana

these castle ghosts have their own translation

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