Light, sound, motion,
All movement.

A rabbit I pass pulls a cymbal
from a hidden pocket
then winks.

This causes a few planets and I
to go nuts
and start grabbing each other.

Someone sees this,
calls a shrink,
tries to get me committed
for being too happy.

Listen:
this world is the lunatic’s sphere,
Don’t always agree it is real.
even with my feet upon it
and the postman knowing my door,

my address is somewhere else.