Yes, cloudbent chasing on the evening darkeness fled,
I stumbled on the dreams and lay so rigidly awake,
And thus the evening sun when burning noonly hottened red,
Makes for me a poor bedfellow so dull and hard to shake.

The corner of a gorgeous sky,
Makes for a loud presence in view,
Calling for a cease and merry gaze,
Dancing in such vibrant blue,
The forever call and ceaseless glory,
Drips off the corner to man's seat below,
Calls him to contemplate that mighty fellow.

Oh the wall I hit,
So often do I find you,
Closer than a comfort,
Now to greet a tired soul again,

Oh the wall I hit,
I wish you weren't so close at hand,
Or face or torso in between,
Alas, my tumble wound up your arms.

Double oh seven,
Special agent on a pajama mission,
To find the passing time within the day,
And the shadows in the sunlight,
Lobbing balls like grenades...
And maybe catching them again,
Ok, ok, this agent got distracted with a game of catch.