Consume Perpetual Sea

we're down
like deep sea
like flying saucers
landing
underwater
we don't get around
much anywhere
up where they
still breathe the air

we swim
still equally
spread over the surface of
all things wet
we don't care of the sky anymore
we're blue
and down deep inside
we've got a watery fortress
and strange powers
and old books with
no pages staged like
spoken pinter
plays in
witty 1960s London
we'll go
dressed in white
and cordoba black
silver clouds
names changed into nouns
here comes no one
have some flowers
it all goes black
the sea is never slack
death remembers
to go back
everything dry and of
the land goes back
the last whip of the film ending swings
like Townsend's arm in
a perpetual future dream.
sell it all
tickets for the
lost carousel
wooden laughing
horses rising and singing
your name
before the flames
consume.