Too strange for the imagination and too bright for the real world.....

Did you know from whence

I came, on what ashen dromedary,

and it what discordant spray?

They say, "who made thee?!,

who made thee?!"

Perhaps some things come to pass

all of their own volition,

too strange to exist in the imagination,

too bright for the real world.

The Inner Guard at pains for their supper,

and slipping to the Daily Mirror;

the a large three ring binder for the comms,

and memorizing capitals.

The good outside force recovered three maidens

from the somewhere, somewhere between here and there,

thought to be spoil from the outer rim.

Concubines and fodder,

going through their bags,

tin foil, glitter, bubble gum.