Well

Light floats down day river, on a red raft of blood. Night blocks out the heaven, like a big, black, shiny bug. Its hard soft shell shinin' white, in one spot, well. It's hard place, dat I'm livin', but I'm doin' well, well. The white ice horse melted, like a spot a silver, well. Its mane went last, then disappeared the tail. My life ran through my veins, Whistlin' hollow, well. I froze in solid motion well, well. I heard the ocean swarmin' body well, well. I heard the beetle clickin', well. I sensed the thickest silence scream. Then I begin to dream. My mind cracked like custard. Ran red until it sealed. Turn to wooden and rolled like a wheel well, well. Thick, black felt birds, a flyin', With capes of solid chrome, With feathers of solid chrome, And beaks of solid bone; And bleach the air around them. White and cold well, well. Till it showed in pain. The hollow cane clicked like ever after. Its shadow vanished shinin' silence. Well, well.