up is up, and down is down. left is right, and right is left. to the west there are the highest highs, and to the east there are the lows. the up top is where the bluebirds go, and the witching happens down below. if you need to cross the street, mind your shoes and mind your feet. for there are more to streets than horns that bleat, or cars that speed, or lights that lead.
there is something stranger yet that wants to take you, don’t forget. yes, there is something stranger still, and if it can, it could and it would and it will. its teeth are sharp, its eyes are sharp, its voice a dulcet maze. so walk real quick and step real light, and always look both ways. look to the left to see your own death, and look to the right to avoid a great fright. and look for what hides under the cars that pass by, under the trucks that speed, under the pavement weeds, under the asphalt and sand, look for a quick grasping hand.
up is up, and down is down. left is right, and right is left. to the west there are the highest highs, and to the east there are the lows. the up top is where the bluebirds go, and the witching happens down below.
