Like the clink of broken mirror

sounds like the creak of dead wood

I was reading the sentimental education

The moon was whistling to the stars

I hear howling wolves in the celestial theater

Whose Fingers are on piano keys?

I climbed on the roof like a fiddler

howling for the extraterrestrial wolves

Smoked a couple of camel blues in my blues

I coughed and struck by hysterical fit

Flat on earth I lay my head like cream on muffin

Looked at the moon again

It was all white, scatted like a smoke around a mystical heavenly globe

The moonlit sky bears a miracles sight