Do I-just-imagine?

Is it me, or do I-just-imagine?

There's a living dance - sure I hear

a string of guitars and castanets

and ants are coupling to do the fandango

just as not to let go of some bright treasure

the colour of a jade fat caterpillar

is it me, or does those spider webs 

capture the light, the dew,

the souls of something unseen

to the likes of me, and you?