And Oceans

Still the fields are in motionNot as pictures but as
timeHunting the white plagueIn the absence of my bodyI
watch myself drownin the blue auraOf mine and I seeThe
swans leave the pondBut still the words circleAround
my head like fliesThe gnashing marble teethWere disturbing
my slumberAnd there I was in the middleOf a game called
chessBut my vagabond initiated the processYet the fields
are in motionNot as time but as cloudsFalling as silver
rainAnd washing away the heavy bloodThe gnashing marble
teethWere disturbing my slumberAnd there I was in the
middleOf a game called chessBut my vagabond initiated the process