The laughing cats sink deep

into fields of dry grass

and lead full-circle

to the winters of starcrossed seasons

and paralyzed manic-depressives'

perilous moments

illuminated beyond the void

of voodoo explosions in the borderlands

woven throughout at the speed of night

as wonderland crumbles

with a serpent's kiss

and faith begs forgiveness

in the cataracts of tomorrow's dreams,

the odyssey and the ecstasy

so loosely illustrated

in blissfilled madness

as we touch the sky with our dying breath

and discover the dwarf

who, unlike the laughing cats,

can reveal the innocence

of our hearts.