He woke and ate his freeze
With little sips of fog.
He’d forgotten how to sneeze
Having slept under a log.
He wandered lonely as a cloud
Like a surveyor his Magog,
As the ants stood and bowed.
He smiled with teeth of sun
And blinded the empty crowd.
He’d count to zero and one
The memories he could squeeze
With brains of no and none,
Gulping himself to the lees.
