Pockmark the Sun (Deep Water Blues)

The ending

that most wonderful dream

Like all dreams of worth

took place as we were wide awake. 

what is left to do?

 

impediments become meaningless

 

 

as I lullaby into complacency

to fight it would be a pockmark for the sun. 

 

a scream inside the ocean. 

 

we can't rewrite the plot. 

 

pilfer a change

 

for the tides of an endless water

 

Retrograde each turn toward "us". 

 

Deevolution of the heart... 

 

to the sound of a muted dialogue

Designed to incite 

 

with   

 

passive aggressive pageantry 

 

 

 you sold the promise of Prometheus

 

that superseded all superstition

 

 

I try not to worry/I'm without.

 

 

It's not wrong of you. 

 

 

 

alibis and accomplices are no longer complicit in the blame