branches
      baked & boiled
   the police are at your door
         so simply
       steer the ship
       who's banging
               there's a fire in the sky
          the clouds are singing
      swat at the angry fly
       sleep in the bed boat
                 the floating world
              the organism atmosphere self regulates
                       this floating world;
                   carry the knives
                                 carry the wooden shoes
                                     the ghosts are waiting
                               we join them
                                        the sky is awake
                                the floating bed boat
                            ON AMBIENT DREAM WAVES