If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
Of my sleeve
Feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural

Unlock my body and move myself at last
Into warm liquid, flowing glowing glass
Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears

Am I waiting for the uncovering
Of simple paths between the branches
Flowering chance
Fence-slats rattling
Fingers pushing through
Slowly brushing past
A fast glimpse of you

If I sleep too much
A good Chinese apple
Shine to the touch
Of my sleeve
Feeling capital
It's hard to change
Something supernatural