A Season Underground - Flotation Toy Warning

It came on Tuesday

When harmonic dreams had meaning

By Wednesday night

The sense had crept away

I always see you

As a young man, as I read them

I wrote that down so

Some part of you remained

I keep his words

And I eat them

When I need them

They fill the space when I have nothing left to say

I have no shape

These scribblings that surround me

Secure the 'heads

Though the frame shrinks by the day

And so I wrote

Sat on stone steps

In the harbour

Not fully grown

Though it seems like yesterday

In the beginning there was hope

And all the world was mine

A fluttering palace of flax and rope

And all the world was mine

In the beginning the figurehead spoke

And all the world was mine

A chart with a line scribed bold, unbroken

And all the world was mine

In the beginning you helmed the role

And all the world was mine

In the beginning there was hope

And all the world was my design

I keep his words

And I eat them

When I need them

They fill the space — what a stupid thing to say

All my dreams are loving angels

Coming here in such disguise