In the land of Nether

just beyond the land of Nether
lies a bank of heavy weather,
surrounded by the placid sea
an island small, Hyperbole,
words and things are different there,
rounds not round and squares not square,
this place is not the way it seems,
all the people dwell in dreams,
problems in Hyperbole
are never clear, never free,
puzzles are a constant thing
silent bells will never ring,
freedom lives within the mind,
hopes are simple, thoughts are kind,
words are often hard to hold
and summer sun is sometimes cold,
the days are easy, sweet and tame
and life is just a moving game. . .

1977