Glass Ocean
Updates from Mars
Frothing spear pulled fresh from glass ocean
I'm born anew each time I'm awoken
Milking sorrow for artistry, eight cups too drunk to leave
My spider's web has yet to be woven
But every night
I have the same dream
Of a magician
Nervous, she enters the ball wrapped in drums
Sputtering at the frantic pace of her heart
Thirteen masks pinned round her face and down her arms
Dancing like a fool, and laughing at her own art
She'll pull spirits like fish
Through cenotés with a bare hand
She lives like no one has before
A swarm of ctenophores, coral giving birth
She lives like no one has before
A swarm of ctenophores, coral giving birth