And I’m falling down
Into the feral sea
Where the waves dance
And march in a slow parade,
A carnival of grins,
Of the joker and of you n’ me,
Trying to break out
From the same old crowd,
Saving some bleeding tulips…
And how we will feast
On the salt and the ships;
With my heart against a wall
And a head full of webs
With countless fireflies stuck in it.
