i heard about a place they call blind square in the middle of prophesied land surrounded by a wall of mirrors two hundred feet high and transparent i tried very hard to reach there on a camel i saved from a cook s sneer seventy days seventy nights i finally arrived at the corners of blind square a collection of clouds at the reception the egg eyed doorman was serving a blink two ravens on his shoulders as he whispered to my ear don t run so fast if you want to see anything i passed the wizard s wonky blizzards when a phone box came sailing though the air and a zebra walked in to blind square reciting loudly the whole alphabet hope you can see me here in my barrel the governor of the blind square district he came rolling along in slow motion pictures handing me a form sheet and shakespeare s pen i fell asleep in the waterfall museum and i heard the songs of the seven sirens i saw the children they forgot their names playing all day long on the wings of a crane and the colour blind legends they were melting in the heat of the sun the heat of the sun when hawknose harlequin came he told me something about the children s gun smiling smiling in his wheelchair on the stairs of blind square on the stairs of blind square later man later