In the world of flies 
time is a breeze they ride 
right on by says the old woman 
right on by over rivers and ponds

I imagine myself a raveled cloud 
raining on rooftops 
the embodiment of illusion 
says the dark red tulip

Finally they have taken me 
to the shore it is the happiest 
day of my life says the wet dog 
oh those seagulls.