The moon in the bureau mirror br looks out a million miles br (and perhaps with pride, at herself, br but she never, never smiles) br far and away beyond sleep, or br perhaps she's a daytime sleeper. br br By the Universe deserted, br she'd tell it to go to hell, br and she'd find a body of water, br or a mirror, on which to dwell. br So wrap up care in a cobweb br and drop it down the well br br into that world inverted br where left is always right, br where the shadows are really the body, br where we stay awake all night, br where the heavens are shallow as the sea br is now deep, and you love me.