I was smitten with how she wore flowers Riding atop a fish alongside the road
My farewell could not come out Entangled by her hair
I was illustrious brushstrokes
I was babbling prose
It was the last time we saw each other
A ceremony that seemed put-on
I was too pressed to raise concerns
Not that she would have acknowledged them
I saw her bad timing
Having fooled the neighborhood I saw what burned inside her
As it began to broil
With a longing to surpass time To surpass time
To out-mystify the mysteries To out-derange the deranged
She said
Why don’t we now dive towards the seafloor And build a world without them
I was smitten with how she wore flowers Riding atop a fish alongside the road Like it was in a movie
Played over and over again
She said
Why don’t we now dive towards the seafloor And build a world without them