It used to be a church on the isle of Atlantis

Mr. Chilk hurts, it was all just a fantasy

One dream in the brain of a beast used for labor

One beam in the house for a girl-dream to savor

A wild eyed companion with roots in the sky

One trips through that house

That uplifting, dangerous, horrible house

Where oxen go

Where oxen die

"A hole opens up in the ground beneath it