Caught by the heart in borrowed skin I have neither wish nor need to escape As queen of the highway stone age Devouring a particular Ocean State of Mind For all days remaining in my dusk-eared soul Impressed by our fangs and concept of forever Easily adapting to their coffee syrup for my milk Bow-running warming threads to show their heart Its due in sobering chartreuse; c'est nous amour Sharing sparks with the tongue of a comet after impact Aftercare for those changed by the sight of fate Hand-in-hand-in-canvas with a child of Ham by way of Éire Blanched, entranced, and wholly besotted whilst the surroundings Compress their inklings into pearls that taste and share As we do, as we enjoy, as we fill our hearts with joys Incomparable to the lies of normalcy fed to us before escape From fear of tomorrows and embrace of peculiarity and compassion; No number of coronations could explain how I love this moon To a sea tidally bound to pare down its maelstrom and mist For innumerable dawns, for curtains of starred ink, for the rosy sands of every-when Provided by the Godhead as a courtesy to a raven with a writing desk Always wanting it darker than proscribed by wisdoms saner than mere eyes Dare I go forth into leaves and skies with a temple in my heart Clambering infinite suites of burgeoning colours with affectionate sacramental mosses Hearkening, signifying, proclaiming that the anchor has dropped to partner this island With its central timing, with its contrapuntal soul Infernia profunda clasped by their hair Merry is the way forth for Sir and Madame Butterflies Upon this blue marble do we commemorate Our accidental paradise ![[Utagawa-Hiroshige_Evening-Snow-At-Kanbara-1833-34.png##bgimg]]