Deep blue eyes of your pale face
Your pale face’s red lips –
I will never them forget
If they cease to exist.
Even if it’s the end
Of the great Seven Seas,
And no-fish instead of fish
You’ll catch and release.
And no-fish instead of fish
Or no-humans ‘stead of us
Our city’s up in smoke,
No more life and no gloss.
No more life and no gloss.
All that’s left is just you
With your body’s gentle scent
And your body’s sweet tune.
And no-birds instead of birds
Fly there high by the sun.
They are singing for you,
‘Cause the spring will not come.
Exogenesis found
This long-dead and cold ground
So that space invaders could
Land here safe and sound.
The flowers bloom,
Nor me, nor you,
We can no longer let them grow.
The flowers bloom,
The blizzard roars,
I have to wait, days drag too slow.
The flowers bloom
Among the lights
Of someone else’s lifelong love.
Your flower words,
Your flower eyes,
They smell like winter, cold as ice.
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