Poetry

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