3 am.

3 am.
Face is blank , neck is not .
Scarf became snake .
Snake said i love to have a long-beaked head and flamed fishtail.
The tired moon just jumped down to play aside.
But a pop-up squid is a very jealous one.
i am dreaming of the old sandglass father gave.
If be inclined it could walk not , so i intended.
Time is slanting , direction is veered.
Blank face's thinking nowhere.
Tiding moon says now here.