Unable to afford an invitation
the creature shuffles along corridors
Between the comfortable party lounges,
Pausing to listen, uncomprehending,
At this, or that door.
Sometimes I am that
Confused, innocent monster;
Other times I wear incubator deceit,
A happy mask, accelerator shoes
And Crazy-laugh, dance and fall
Over my fellow maniacs
In the Babel-paranoia chambers:
Trees will be clouds
When clouds can be trees.