In a checkered house, On a checkered road, Once upon a time lived a boy. His heart had flowers, His heart had songs,  But his head Alas! Were made of blocks. Angular ones, cuboidal ones, Yet blocks and blocks and nothing else. He talked, he’d smile, He made sure he was never vile. Till one…

  Once a somebody asked me to be real, Once a somebody held my wings in chains, In a forest deep down the hills I lay, Shrieking and thumping at my chains. My colors wash down the giant tree’s roots into the lake, For this forest has crazy bewildering rains. And then the ripples of…