Giants.

Carving carnivorous colour.
I'll start with that.
Just an observer, but there's added fervour. Fever even.
I wondered where they kept all the big clocks,
if not inside.
Top hats off. Canes stationed.
Monacles on. We're indoors, so come on.
Attach a touch of the nonsensical, I presupposed, I supposed.
Small, little footsteps.
Smattering on the outside of your consciousness.
We're just ghosts in pensieves. A cheeky neighbour peeking fences.
We're just giants in pensieves.