Slipping In Songtext
von Zovi

My legs were first to disappear as I descended far from here
Into the midnight shallow depths of my imagined basin
A world that I felt I could fill with thoughts that warmed the water chilled
By pipes unseen that would cleanse me once I put my face in
But first, the body in between, safe in shadows, best unseen
That I no longer had to see as any extension of me
Was replaced by a mental taste of beauty
As it followed itself into the gently lapping tide
Moved not by the moon but by the arms that would soon be submerged
In a marriage where they both would become a bride


Soon I had a new frontier around my neck with else and fear
Separated by the waterline so near
To the uncompromising faces of face
Of chin and cheeks and other skin
That comprised the ramparts of the tower of the perennial flower
That no light now dared to chase
But there was no light there to shine on a false me
With what was mine in mistaken assumption that I may ever be
More than my own emotional brine, diluted as I was by the crystalline
Sea in front of me and the amount of myself that was shaken
For my mind was not at rest just yet and fears were still inside my head
And thoughts trailed like the undead minds of my past selves
Up upon the unseen shelves miles above where I was instead

And so I resumed my descent and into depths my body went
Into the deeper midnight soul as my daytime form formed into shoals
Of dreams and nightmares intertwined in complex movements of the mind
That were clear as glass but dark as coal, and I could no longer feel
The dryness on the last strands or bands of shyness I left behind for elsewhere
In this bath free from the wrath of the day from which I momentarily retracted
And that moment lasted as long as I expertly acted
As if I had the capacity to not be there
The darknesses that wanted me I now invited openly
To bring me colors of my own so I may keep them, though on loan
For light would flush them all away and I′d return them to the day
But for now and then I would exist
In this murky-yet-so-brilliant tryst
Of stagnant trough and solemn thought alone