The barge pushes out to where the black black water slaps against the hull
too fast, too loud, too eagerly for the cold that throbs against our skulls,
but in here, in the warm red room, i could almost fall asleep
and your voice becomes a violin playing playing tunelessly
and it comforts me as lights tear holes in my vision and send a shock through me
like another world struggling to break through.
Another world is struggling to break through.
From the deck, crawling up from the water, we see technicolor shapes,
magic treasure, signs & wonders: a dragon rising from the lake;
the virgin mother with stars all around her; a unicorn; a candy cane; santa and his reindeer;
a castle with turrets jeweled and gold towering up through the dark
with a wounded king and lance-and-cup procession, waiting for someone pure of heart —
not you, and not me, but someone —