If being is light
and time
is a sight
hang a nose on a rose
and come in
If circles get square
and blinds
lose their hare
hang a bill on a sill
and come in
If the smoke gets
so much
and my cup
has a touch
hang a cone on a stone
and come in
The shore’s gone dry
or today is
a lie
I hang a chain on a train
and get in