Deep Oblivion

	A winter's night,a creature, strange & brightappeared upon the porch in a dark storm.
	The minister said,"It's clearly mad in the head—pay it no mind, it'll go away."
	You & I were thinking about a placebelow the sea,with stinging anemone,coral, bright & white.&
	I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion.
	You didn't try to stop me; no, you askedto come along.
	Come take the lightof creatures of the deep;electric eels are fun, but tend to bite.
	Oblivion,it rhymes with
	Vivian.Rust-red things look gray beneath the deep.
	You & I were thinking about a decommissioned sub,a place submarine,we'd live life so serene.
	We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion—you bravely took my hand & we went merrily along.
	Jets & boats,always found them fine.
	The creature on the front porch can't unwind.
	The sea captain said,"I'll fix him up with this:gin & quinine keeps away malaise."
	We were crossing
	English channelsin
	Victorian timesin midget submarineswith parasols & twine.&
	I was going under in some deep oblivion;you bravely took my hand& sweetly came along.

	A winter' s night, a creature, strange brightappeared upon the porch in a dark storm.
	The minister said," It' s clearly mad in the head pay it no mind, it' ll go away."
	You I were thinking about a placebelow the sea, with stinging anemone, coral, bright white.
	I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion.
	You didn' t try to stop me no, you askedto come along.
	Come take the lightof creatures of the deep electric eels are fun, but tend to bite.
	Oblivion, it rhymes with
	Vivian. Rustred things look gray beneath the deep.
	You I were thinking about a decommissioned sub, a place submarine, we' d live life so serene.
	We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion you bravely took my hand we went merrily along.
	Jets boats, always found them fine.
	The creature on the front porch can' t unwind.
	The sea captain said," I' ll fix him up with this: gin quinine keeps away malaise."
	We were crossing
	English channelsin
	Victorian timesin midget submarineswith parasols twine.
	I was going under in some deep oblivion you bravely took my hand sweetly came along.