Reflecting The Praises

And you explore me
to the limits of enchantment.
As I was
dying in a non-fiction.

Half brothers
were moving like pincers
to catch a pen
like a little solidier.

Sad little god was telling
I do,
I am moving in non-existent darkness
for a sundial.

A lobster
was trying to climb on
an ancient throne.
He wanted to become a neoking
And throw his weight for the kittens
and unborn dogs.