Of Keen Gaze - Agent Fresco

Swim

Have to swim

Lips are leaking

Speaking oily trench remarks

Not hearing clearly

Swim

Have to swim

Portraits drinking

Sinking thoughts of old malign

«Did I design this»

Swim

Have to swim

Foam the fringed skirt cringes out

An old familiar hurt

«Undress the rest»

Swim

Have to swim

Floating feathers wait for whispers to pervert

«Who loved you best»

«These arms are oars»

Swim

Have to swim

Plastic vultures costume caskets to aboard

The deep wide chasm is near

Of keen gaze

Tell me now

When choir has sung and notes decay

Tell me now

When all seats have been left

Tell me

Why this writhe

Belongs to you

Please tell me

Just how many harmonies must orchestra feed

Of keen gaze

Keep singing on and on and on

Swim

Have to swim

Chin is weakening

Gasping invitations to

An empty ballroom

Swim

Have to swim

Legs are sleeping

Grasping imitations to

Avoid your womb

«These arms are oars»

Swim

Have to swim

Behind a burning flock of paper doves

That’s given up on love

All drown with horses