I am becalmed in virtue

Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams

Warm weather and a holocaust

The tears of God flow as I bleed



Left to die by two good friends

Abandoned me and put to sleep

On a shore where oyster beds

Seem plush as down

And ripe enough for the luxor dream



Recall the dream of luxor

How fluids will arrive

As if by call or schedule

Resume through the morning tide

Where entry is by seaweed gate

And plan the plan of dreams

To lose oneself in reverb

In all that is and all that seems



So ladies, fish, and gentlemen

Here's my angled dream

To see me in the blue sky bag

And meet me by the sea



The oyster boys are swimming now

To claim me back from the dead

The creatures back from vertigo

They fear to fall but haven't fell

Will reclaim tries and try again



The oyster boys are swimming now

Hear them chatter on the tide

Of the lost and language lost

Hear them chatter on the tide



We understand, we understand, we understand

And so do I

We understand, we understand

But fright is real

And so am I



So ladies, fish, and gentlemen

Here's my angled dream

To see me in the blue sky bag

And meet me by the sea



The entry to lost vestibule

Opens on the bay

An instant shape of mercury

Lost and then retained

An instant is an eyelash

Caught on the tide

Imaginos!

Below this bay

And then besides...



The oyster boys are swimming now

One deal is what we made

Forest keys and whirlwind cold

Green keys too and keys of gold

Even locks that won't explode

When the skies become a scroll

Having lost its interest

See that's the deal we