Piddle

And now the question comes over,
In the weight of broken peace sign,
The flag waving torn and tattered,
Without something else in mind.

Darting through breath of sleep,
Exhaling is my one shadow,
A little teeter totter  creep,
Steep out a bluff of I don't know.

Under the wonder-fall of low,
Normal in picking of me brain,
Uncloaking the rainbow,
Piddle in the patter of my name............

FTBAS 6.4.12