Sitting in Michael's Lap
I don't believe I ever saw the previous version, but I must say I like this one quite a bit ...
This had a dreamlike quality that was very true to the content -- the phrases and images were disconnected, a bit fuzzy 'round the edges -- yet they followed a sort of pseudo-logic that would make perfect sense to the dreamer. You know I love your free verse, m'friend, and this is precisely why.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest