Indefinite and definitely dreamed about,nthere's somethingnin my closet, under my bed, but mostlynoutside my window.nnnThere's something making noise.nSome terrible kaleidoskullnthat ever so gently destroysnthe minds of those who believe it.nAnd though I can't quite perceive it,nI can tell it's therenby the way it's not quite there.nnnNow there's a lightbulb at the bottom of the seanthat's glowing.nIt's like sunlight, the upside-downness of it...nIt's saying something.nnnThere's something making light.nNo sun, no moon, no weather balloon,nbut something purely of the night.nCan't say I know what is in it,nor count the beats per minute.nBut I know there's morenwashing up upon the shore.nnnIndefinite and definitely dreamed about,nthere's something.nnsomething glowingnsomething glowingnsomething glowingnnIn my closet, under my bed, but mostlynoutside my window.nnsomething glowingnsomething glowingnsomething glowingnnThere's something making noise.nSome terrible kaleidoskullnthat ever so gently destroysnthe minds of those who believe it.nAnd though I can't quite perceive it,nnI can tell it's therenby the way it's not quite there.