To help a boy sleep at night, light
Fairy tales to keep the terror away,
Dreamt up spells and concocted remedies of
Staircases spiraling around bright full moons;
The world looks sound from this stunning view.
A waxed slide tunnels through billions of stars,
With recorded scenes projected on the galaxy;
Intelligence gathered by the Universe.

The house is breathing now,
Doors and shutters spar an alarming wind,
Suck out unnoticed into a molded land.
Swimming with clay-figured fish in the animated sky,
Remote controlled leaves mingle with dangling snowflakes.
Others build sets to perform their utopian creations;
Clouds that rewind and rivers that pause,
Monumental playgrounds planted by a giant hand.

Ball pits sit at the bottom for when you fall,
Each ball a glowing orb of light with ensnared
Fairies that cast heavenly dust into the artist’s eyes;
Cuckoo clocks chirp from trees of colored paper,
Replacing those torn from the earth by a heartless race;
A boy finds his favorite truck aggrandized, and
An hourglass sandbox to play in sideways,
Pathways burrowed, colonizing like ants.

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