people talk of the neither-world
but they know not of who they speak
and then one night when all alone
comes one who flies from neither land

he’ll come into your bedroom and wake you
looking for his shadow or something like it

then walk to your bedpost and smile as he
offers you his hand and some fairy dust

of course you’ll buy in being as gullible as
you always are and then off you’ll fly to a

land neither beautiful, playful, nor infinitely
youthful. and you’ll long to return from your

flight to neitherneither land.

there’s gnomes there.