J. Bolton Strange Forms I,III 14 July 1990 II 19 July 1990 (originally written as lyrics for Deviant's Palace, never recorded.) I. Strange forms float past me, they change and fade Nothing in proportion --- this world that I've made Long ago I deserted all that was I For stained-glass sunsets and marshmallow skies. Now someone calls, calls softly to me I rise to follow---trying to see. Tripping, stumbling, I fall to the ground Burst out laughing, there isn't a sound. II. Drifting through forests of yellow and green Sounds in the mist from beings unseen, Dance in blinding darkness and haze, By pale moonlight fading to day. Brown sugar beaches are everywhere Gingerbread butterflies glide through the air Reach to catch them---but harm not a one They lead to warmth in absence of sun. III. The voice again, but this time a change--- Somehow removed and sounding so strange. What can it mean, this voice that calls? "Nothing," it answers, "Nothing at all." Warnings, threats I did not believe Myself any longer I cannot deceive. I cry aloud but no one has ears. I am alone as I shed my last tears.