Chinese Apple

If I sleep too much A good Chinese apple Shine to the touch Of my sleeve Feeling capital It's hard to change Something supernatural Unlock my body and move myself at last Into warm liquid, flowing glowing glass Classical music, blasting masks are ringing in my ears Am I waiting for the uncovering Of simple paths between the branches Flowering chance Fence-slats rattling Fingers pushing through Slowly brushing past A fast glimpse of you If I sleep too much A good Chinese apple Shine to the touch Of my sleeve Feeling capital It's hard to change Something supernatural