Simile In A Little Glass Jar

There is no red in you
But you know what feeds me
Deafen my soul, and release peace
Please let me know how to kowtow
As I now bleed water

If it were done through eyes
That would bore and misentertain
The misery would bear the river robe
Better to veer into a smile
So that others imply happiness
Though not realise
That there is earth beneath your fleshy gills

Grab the green hair and breathe it in
It's at least more real than happy needles of the everyday
Leer over that glass precipice and think
Oh how deep this rabbithole!
Nearly forgetting you were already there
Fraction memory floating
Around the kingdom of your victory

The coffee is boiling
You let it simmer far behind you