In oceans deep,
Pink corals to keep.
When nigh is near,
When roses keep
Colors dream, and then
In the pages of books
I think. For bushes burn
In these spasms of
Visions. Sunset clouds
Keep me flying. I am Icarus.
I cannot escape this prison.
Within my mind, I see
The stars grow, and grow
And grow. I yearn to be
A star, an asteroid devoid
Of meaning. In Khan\'s
Ice caves, I freeze
To see my breath flow
And flow, and flow.
Like a manatee,
I sink down crevices.
Above me, the water
Is teal, and the fish
Swim gaily.