When immersed in this height
Viscous as paste, dense as fog
I feel light and see the light --
Altitude of celestial depth I hog
Two pairs of eyes and each part,
My step in the doctored ascension --
Feet of jelly, the rhythm of my heart
My arms are wings of liberation
The crescent moon and her twin
Twinkle little stars with silver gleam
Dance to this tune and I, in between.
There is upthrust in this stream
Tell the river goddess I'm afloat --
Depth in flight is no more than fried fantasy
I scurry after the mirage I loathe
Tell her now, the bottle is dry and empty.