I'm buried in a duck-shaped bath tub
Filled with speech bubbles and inquiries
Like how do I exit this xanthic gulf?
And how to clean this hill of ***** laundry?



I put some shampoo on my nimbus
Rinse and pour aqua on my sonnet
I breathe in valour, duck-tape my scribbles
Break the quartz, and handle the angles



With my oars, I'm rowing toward the lotus
Not missing a chapter of this meteor shower
I pass by a big tank of sapphire hums
A Christmas-tree floating on the back



It commands me like a set of green arcs
Telling me to go straight ahead, I'm a magnet
As an eddy, I enter this turquoise zone
It smells like dead fish in this strait



Water turns into a chemical substance
I recite a poesy, so as it takes a fluffy format
My racing boat is nearing the nelumbo
I let the sink drink my grey column



I swim, and my craft lands on the H
And fall from the clepsydra, with the spill
Raise my ivories to the ceiling, wear my peignoir
By looking back, I see an aquatic bridge



Vapor, creating a foggy Londonian ambiance
On the isle, spiny trees receive you with fruits
I pick a jujube and eat it, I don't remember
A new life sprouts as an ode to my lost memoir