Black bells toll,

Flowers scatter,

Stars undone,

Black hole

In the center

Far, far away,

Or so it seems they meant

To say,

But it is not true,

There are no sails

Of time, nor space to unfold,

No mist over the eyes who see

In the stirring jungle.

Only the frog watches,

Intent,

And your world is not his;

Your world of laws of what can be,

And what cannot, do

Not contain the worlds untold

Of magic tales

Written on the scroll

Of the single

Bright ray

Of the sun.