The clock rests gently on it's wooden rounded edge Rescued one handed and missing it's number 5 There's no telling what's been reflected in it's glass Memories of clocks only stay in places where tendrils of smoke from long cigarettes Kites that broke their string in highest windy flight from starry ghetto rooftops The sound of Mothers singing to themselves alone And the edges of new leaves moving inside seeds live In this place all broken clocks are royalty Striding the avenues in top hats with pendulum canes taptapping Greeting their fellow clock kings Metronomes flock on city beaches watching waves In charming velvet and leather carriages with handles on top Great hurricane names of the past write themselves sinking into shores Made of the sand from blown and blasted pyramid edges. Cracked hourglasses love the opera Leaving trails of silicone sparkle behind for the mindful to rake Floating in bright orange robes on ohms from ago Golden gear tables perch eagerly Stacked with large reading glasses For this world is bright and can change suddenly and impermanently The queens wear large head dresses made of roman numerals Held up by the attendants with long chimes Their trailing painted moon and sun disk dresses glitter gold stars Over there in the castles live the laughter and sighs Cohabitating quite happily, growing the gardens of swept cobwebs for weaving fog But the best places of all are to be found out forest way and mountainside Here are the unuttered lines that haunted the barely waking Whispered in mind certain as brilliant and forgotten rilling in the streams of wisdom Erased drawings are glowing in the rockface Reflecting the light of birthday candles in loved children's eyes Nearer to the mountaintop the dragons and witches fly Over colonies of mapmakers scanning skies with obsolete cameras Poem and reading by Susan Loehe Music, performance and sound production by Crane

Never forget who you really are If you remember you’ll go far Follow your heart it never lies Keep your dream alive… You have a gift like no one else Don’t be afraid to be yourself You’re a star so shine your light Ever so bright… Don’t ever deny what is true For those who laugh have been fooled Stand up for who you are and how you feel Because that’s the reason that makes you real We’ve got to believe in what we know… as we Inspire everyone wherever we go We’re pieces in the puzzle called the human race And that’s how we make the world a better place… because Being Different Makes a Difference in the World Lyrics and music by Richard Alan Krieger "Crane" Copyright © 2026

She drives to work in a pick-up truck that’s always on the verge of breaking down It’s hard to put food on the table when there’s no good jobs to be found The change jar works for the lotto and she’s hopes next time she doesn’t lose She wonders why she came here in a world that’s often cruel All her friends will tell you She’s the best friend they ever had She’s always there for them To cheer them up when they’re feeling sad She’s a Nightclub Dancer And it’s not who she wants to be But it pays the bills for now and that’s reality She’s a Nightclub Dancer Dancing in Bird Cages It’s not the best spotlight So she goes to school at night Nightclub Dancer you know it’s gonna be alright All her friends will tell you She’s the best friend they ever had She’s always there for them To cheer them up when they’re feeling sad She was a Nightclub Dancer Who moved on to better things The challenges make her strong To find out where she belonged She was a Nightclub Dancer Who is now in control of her life Because she did what she needed to do That made all her dreams come true Lyrics, music and sound production by “Crane” Richard Alan Krieger Copyright © 2026