THE IS dani b www.lucid-dreamer.net Do the ditty don’t you want to do the dance of the doom bar doodles. Come fly the skies in the wary wars done. It’s how things got to be so strange. Spread your flaps to catch the draft, hold on tight to the thought you might die. Escape into the moonshine. The illuminated grave line. She holds the key to what you seek. Flowing hair and biting beak Remember what she said with her mouth all shiny red. Remember the breath, icy with death. Build a fire to warm your bones. Shake and rattle your chest with cold. Glints refract catch those bats that whisper words of wisdom.