My green silken river and two lights I could almost touch the free walls when we were evicted from the heavens, fast clouded-over bumbling eyes now peering out through a sinking cosmic smile, reversed completely Flaming currents forced us to surface, wet purple gowns and blaring alarms All for some milky perversion, nothing the spooks wouldn't be used to Spoiled by an empty fear of violence, the only time I've ever been dropped The minute the mirror turned its back to me my distinct conviction of keeping eternal sources piled somewhere familiar was compromised and tangled in knots For all I know we were sleeping, arranged like Fate's vain infantry, stacked in unconscious opposition, blind and happy for tomorrow.