the fish lizards don’t wanna start again
they’ve already dragged their bellies far enough
just let the concert fall in on itself
just grab whomever you love and slice their ear
with a kiss, or a hymn of your own
let the rubble of our ideas gaze
like bibles
made from our holding hands;
letting any invention
not from the heart
die like a thousand viruses
torn from limb;
let the dreams come through whilst
we are here
and treat the king like a pawn
a garden
without pearls
an ammasing heat
an island
that lays down a road
in the dead swamp
and bleeds
chords off-tune
but higher than the operas of earth
as atlantis dives.