Down here in the undergrowth
The ground steals the sky
In a concerted effort
To help us walk upon the clouds
And help us dance on cotton stars

We lie in stealth
Just waiting to lunge
At all the poor souls
Who voice their droning disapprovals
And slink back to the wilderness

Beyond the embankment
There's a crystal reservoir
Shimmering with lust and sympathy
A place to fritter and drown the world
A place to scour the stigmas and the stains

So now we await the arrival
Of full-scale war on our borders
Taking our slow, bittersweet time
Time to rethink and reflect
Time to plant envy, and watch it *grow