paper boats-
sail them on paper waves,
on oceans colored
through lonlier days
build now a current
teach the wind where to go
forget not a horizon
for you need somewhere to row
and it'll work - mostly,
if you pretend it be true,
the sun will then shine,
shine will the moon
if it feels like a dream
rub not your eyes,
for you will see the folds,
the half erased lines
go back to sleep, perhaps
wake again at noon,
if rumbling are the rain-ly clouds,
maybe it is now monsoon
next they fall-
atop your drifting craft
next it sinks,
fore and aft
oh there you are,
soaking in the downpour
the oceans dissolve to a pulp
like you knew they would before
and there you will be
standing lame,
in a world you knew
was made up anyway,