oh darling//
isn't it idyllic/ / just you and me,
in this worldof fantasy?
we're so pretty aren'twe?
we wear xanadu silk& celadon shoes
made of //watercolor bubbles
we drink from polluted (but pretty)
ichor fountains// from the gods
(we are the gods)
we sip on the moon and
wipe our freckledcheeks with
the //viridian// (and faded)
breeze // we're getting younger as
we break further// as we drown
blissfully in the green,
greengreen green,green green
of idyllic celadon dreams ////
idyllic watercolor dreams
(but in truth we're just hiding screams)
under idyllic screens,
