Forget all the times

I drifted into the current

And swam to Pluto

Like it was the next door neighbor's swimming pool

I no longer understand or believe any of the considerations of the other times

Can I just drift into the sky

And never ever again

Not have the ability to sigh

I'm in the silver slipstream

Of the current of life

And I'm living with the spirits

Of twin hope and desire

There was never anything that could stop the sea

Except the wall that was just out of reach

The silent sound

Of the deep sea

Surrounds the room with the movie theater

Like a couch and a pillow and a dream

I dreamed of the seven times

And the other signs

Seasons and rhythms and rhymes and lights

Let us go to the woods

Let us go to the stream

Victory is within the reach of design

There were seven stairways to the ground floor of Rome

There were seven skylights in the southern ice home

The South Pole hides the secrets of enchantment

And you took me away on a curtain of entrancement

And I have never gotten back