Solid as a star
twisting its tentacles round me
rising up thickly,
climbing porridge, slurping up my leg.
i try to move
it pulls me downwards,
pulling me, pulling me
into its milky depth.
i feel myself falling,
plummeting down for miles and miles.
i land in a squalump
of powdery marshmallow candy floss,
soft and fluffy,
white and puffy,
i lie and sleep and sleep.
