I've never told this story to another living soul   For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold   Candles in a courtyard and a paper colored cat   While demos danced on feathers and cosmos held the hat      Next came their profession and a paper colored purr   An umber armed albino and the crowd began to stir   I slid behind a linden to swallow what I'd seen   I slid behind a linden and to swallow what I'd seen      Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair   Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air   Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair   Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air      And on the day you fall, who's name would you call   The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know   How to start a fir once the umbers cease to glow   The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know   How to start a fire once the umbers cease to glow