Well

Light floats down day river, on a red raft of blood.
Night blocks out the heaven, like a big, black, shiny bug.
Its hard soft shell shinin' white, in one spot, well.
It's hard place, dat I'm livin', but I'm doin' well, well.
The white ice horse melted, like a spot a silver, well.
Its mane went last, then disappeared the tail.
My life ran through my veins,
Whistlin' hollow, well.
I froze in solid motion well, well.
I heard the ocean swarmin' body well, well.
I heard the beetle clickin', well.
I sensed the thickest silence scream.
Then I begin to dream.
My mind cracked like custard.
Ran red until it sealed.
Turn to wooden and rolled like a wheel well, well.
Thick, black felt birds, a flyin',
With capes of solid chrome,
With feathers of solid chrome,
And beaks of solid bone;
And bleach the air around them.
White and cold well, well.
Till it showed in pain.
The hollow cane clicked like ever after.
Its shadow vanished shinin' silence.
Well, well.