Criminal Apples Listening to Songs From The Capeman

Orange steams in his hearing
A barrage of stellar nurseries
Singing tales of obsequy treasuries
Ignoring the passage between bread
And spoiled cheese, not present
But the moment

The moment the frog
Becomes one with you
Is a dream unto the memories of silence
What was that like?
The memory has faded
There is no silence
It never existed

It has faded like a dream
There is no dream
It never existed
Just stellar nurseries of treasuries
Of oranges and apples
Lost in his hearing

The last birthday I will see