The silver sea of satisfaction, And knowledge you have found, Has sunk my secret submarine, And left me here to drown. Liquid metal gives no warning, Don't try to make ripples with a diamond stone, The quarters of the quartret, Knows you are alone. Try to move but it solidifies, Let loose and drift again. Can't try to hear the cries, Just turn and melt with Zen. The tape unrolls into the sea, But the surface won't penetrate. Just sits there like the buoy, That doesn't inflate. Three spheres roll the floor. Three planets float space. They make their turn with seasoned precision. Flowing, feeling grace. I see their light mixing and melting, But the spheres are fine. They come in my northern direction, In a military-straight line. The black ones are yours, The gold ones gestures me. My escape, life and freedom, From this silver city. It tells me to jump on board. I shrug and I smile. The lake doesn't harden, Makes it worth the while. I lift, lift, get lifted, Far above this metal grave. I am no longer its servant, No longer its slave. Think I'll enjoy my time, Resting on the sun. The pleasure is like, A tranquilizer gun. Relax, releive, retreat, don't remind...