Do we react like universes? And
Experience ourselves ironically?
She sleeps -- she's peaceful now -- on soft white sand;
The ocean of her eyes starts looking starry.
But I am drowning. Just 'cause I'm supposed
To scream, I am, and looking for a lifeboat,
But truth be told, I'm not all that opposed
To jumping ship and hoping that I float.
It'd be a pretty view. That makes sense, I guess:
She's oceans, forests, mountains, all the valleys --
Phenomenons I still try to undress;
But, still, her forests hold some damn tall trees.
While she sleeps on the sand, I'll sink and sleep
With fish; after all, the ocean runs deep.