A wheel spins by - jump on.
Jump on! The click of the clock
gears itself around the wheel
and the world. Little scraps of paper,
apples, tiny stripes and shiny circles
tumble past. Chase them down
the street, to the far end of the road,
to the frayed edge of the world.
Trip right off the limits of land
into liquid violins, into empty sky.
Fall, fall into the parting ocean.
Breathe, breathe the bright water.
Crash, crash into the biting rocks -
rocks made from foam and paint
and nothing sharp at all.