keeping afloat

I'll eventually chameleon away into your
Turkish rug and convoluted backgrounds

The sun bounces off your glasses, tunnels of light
As you channel Pharaoh 90

I'll keep drowning in Yeats

Hate. Railroad tracks and busy intersections
An unfounded fear of being crushed by heavy metal objects

Barely keeping afloat.

Drift through the doldrums of your mind
Once the time machine is complete, I'll change the course of our lives

But until then, I can't regret
I'll bring null magic and llano

I think we established that
Subdued spectrums and scents and

Reduced attention to the corporeal

My head swimming below
The center of the Lake Isle of Innisfree

Where the fey foot crush men's skulls
Below the waves of Yeats