Thalassophobia, I Love You

they say that there's a dance hall right beneath this lake of sawdust where underwater towns have gone astray and I can hear the harpies the bagpipes and I can smell the burning petals after we set the house ablaze the blissful ignorance of ghosts and revolvers is pure nonsene – as coup d'état of yours still smiling distantly but one day your goodness will make you lipless, my dear and then I will lull you by the misty weather verdant fragrant lucidly mystical dazzling as a bell jar glance existence matters – ad interim and as the old gatekeeper uses his trembling gestures to swing the pendulum tell me, my plain-hearted one: ruby red or beryl blue? does it really matter to you? with all your childish devotion please release the drones 'cause thou art lost and love is the law love under will