Hear her in her nacreous shells
Vae victus she yells
Cri de coeur!
Dancing blindly in fog
Kayfantic, corybantic
Whirling, kicking
Then a sudden stop.
Hands on a fog-beast,
In its vulgar ear demanding
Where's my vig?
Then lets it dissolve, distracted
Searching memories of water
For signs of you:
Every shore and roadside brook,
Fingers dragging beside a boat.
You are always there,
The humidity in the air,
The susurrus in the city
Beneath the arguments and orgies.
Inter arma silent leges she murmurs.
All my histories corymb at the now.
She secretes another layer,
And her wild footsteps echo
In the caverns of her shells.