The Outdoor Room

We were terrified in a large outdoor room
Running with chaos and distraction
Cold and hot and wet and low
To hide we could not fit behind the tree
As the leaves they dropped to melt like acid

Our hearts went pounding through our heads
A screeching howl from deepest earth
A signal came flashing in our eyes
All was over and lost

The voices stemmed from an early age
Were they easy to keep track of
Dripped behind a veil of goodness?
As some bent overhead and whispered around
We lay on our side, held hard to roll

My heart went reeling with crashing noise
“Please tell me how I feel!”
The super-structured decliner
Has taken me over and lost

There were lucid moments of flowered display
We spun the dew across the surfing sulphur sea
The levels crept up as human flying fish
Began leaping where sharks were gnashing
Now trees and flowers are not only sinking
But air is being pushed away to space

I cannot breathe, I cannot breathe
It’s getting too late, getting too late
To find out what I know
What I know, what do I know?

Voices are now imprinted on a threatening sky
The trees are dropping, I still feel nothing
And the distorted splendour of the light show
Registers my resistance as human flying fish
Linger briefly among the poisoned sharks
Among the poison sharks