Blue silence walks below the flood
Through hallways dressed in living green

The veining of a pyramid
The blindness of a water dream
The glint above the swollen tree
The shrimp inside the pillowcase
No heat, no beach, no dust

No, this one is new
A taste, or lack
Or wartime trick
Derivative of laughing

Leaden circle in the air
Falling bright chime on rippling street

And another, hanging there
Turn back, they closed the road
The capsule welded shut and slapped
The fishermen will shake their heads

But first
Don't look away

The veining of a pyramid
The blindness of a water dream
The glint above the swollen tree
The shrimp inside the pillowcase
No heat, no beach, no dust

The bird became an eel