My green silken river and two lights
I could almost touch the free walls
when we were evicted from the heavens
fast clouded-over bumbling eyes
Now peering out through a sinking
cosmic smile reversed completely
Flaming currents forced us to surface
wet purple gowns and blaring alarms
All for some milky perversion
nothing the spooks wouldn’t be used to
Spoiled by an empty fear of violence
the only time I’ve ever been dropped
The minute the mirror turned its back to me
my distinct conviction of keeping
eternal sources piled somewhere familiar
was compromised and tangled in knots
For all I know we were sleeping
arranged like Fate’s vain infantry
stacked in unconscious opposition
blind and happy for tomorrow