A blue square, a house to live in
against a yellow smear of sun
how ugly it all seems to me now
this safety, the facade of big hands

tongues thickly budded with cysts
full of lost ambition, a frozen lens
of reason, bulky and transparent
in their loving if unmerciful gods.

No, I will play and dance naked
in the rivers under the moonlight
on a thousand different shorelines, 
you will look for my skin 

but the dust will cover the feet
that have no home but a silver dusk 
and my freckles will yet be 
kissed by another, 

in the morning shell of a red greeting
persimmon lips with rain and spice
all I saw was a cage, and I ran 
to drown in rice and peacocks, 

another tea cup falls down from the set
smashes white across the floor
in the shape of your face, shards
of surprise but how could you wonder?

I go down the well, it is deep into the ground 
past the soil to the liquid gold and there
I dwell, as the hot nickel that bubbles and floats 
slowly eating all your crumbling continent.