Dear lover,
Wake up. You've fallen asleep
in the sea again, can you not
hear the plaintive cry of gulls
overhead? the moon pools
at your feet.
Sleep now. you've woken
in the badlands of our time
the candles have burned
themselves down, what need
have we of candles? screens
light our visions, speakers
bloom in our ears, let us speed
brainward, before
we lose our connection
there is nothing but drama
where every speech cracks
under its own beauty, we
harden to the sublime
de-sensitise
what a time to be alive
Surrender, we are going under
I do not get your tricks,
And I did not ask for mystery
You speak in silence
Screens dog your vision
Speakers rile your ear
fruit rots on the vine
bide your time now
till the point of stagnation
we like to take it slow
the world is too much sometimes
this is one of those
the water models itself
in a fairy fire
