Deep down in a smiling bucket swimming clouds. If
it was up to me this house would be almost seven
hundred years old and more than thirteen
kilometres tall. I would sit in a rocking chair,
creaking along with an out-of-tune piano and an
orchestrion that always tricks me with
ever-changing tempo I'd be able to walk in the
ceiling. I would eat nebula for supper. I would
wear a necklace made of strung hailstones. The
well outside would be an eye that stares itself
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would be two winds moaning. The shadows would
converge when the clock struck twenty-five. Oh how
I wish I could walk about on the walls. And how I
wish there were more hours in a night: When I
can't wish for more - the vision of scarabees
crackling mandrake roots in soil breathing ghosts
of worms and scolopendras haunting you with their
fumes of horror till your soul tears your body
apart and escapes.