struck too high, Ma Bell bleeds
from the melt to the die
from the die to the deep
Elsie Moll–oh, where are you?
show your feathers on the floor of the wavy blue
there I go looking away, looky-loo
when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view
going blind going through you
I go walking in the wild
I go walking in a room
purpled mind, hold on in lieu
of a fortune evermore in the wavy blue
there I go looking away, looky-loo
when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view