The Width And The Height

Squeezed in decided ground Squarely the distance goes round and round Overly shown in a drowned patchy place The lock on the dreamy door is a waste Open and down the sheltered steps You'll find new places where thoughts are kept Make sure you're small, make sure you're thin Where the width and the height begin Fake is a state, tears on a cake Where the width and the height take shape Escaped in a train to somewhere green Where window cleaners clean and cream Taste this unusual crop that I've picked