Nick Waterhouse
Unreal, Immaterial
Building fleets of endless rows of little treats made to sell in bottles
Delicate and dedicated
To a T and predicated
Ships in bottles of broken glass and moonlight
Refract them up and right
Unreal

Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial

Left your mirror on the table
The entry lies pink marble and you just like to see both
Reflections of reflections still peeking down the arcing stairs
Alabaster arms all lead him there
Unreal

Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial

Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
You dropped your [?] in the shadow [?]
Alley absent light, it imitates the valley
Where the [?]
[?]
The bright light, guiding light
Immaterial place, such an old sight
[Where the sand hits the tide of dry land?]
[?]

Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal, immaterial
Unreal