If all the world was square
should I go beyond and fall off

If all the world was round
shall I keep going
then shelter out of boredom
in my loft

If all the rain drops hurt
shall I sneak away
to my pages

If all the drops were velvet
should I now unbolt my cages

If rainbows hid my love of life
should I not cry
for want
of unbridled strife

If all scratched and broken clouds
teamed with softer palette's

Was it me that fell
amongst the
cruel and broken mallet

If all was just a play
upon one word
shall I

not seek
yet spin my merry soul

to lite the fire
of my loving dark

Cutting Coal