She of the Floating World Anonymous

And God decreed an angel be sent down, “But may she go wingless so none may bow” They told me there’s no heaven; but her crown, Of pine and rose rests lightly ‘pon my brow, The heaven she speaks of I’ll never know, She found me with salt dust on my body, My heart remains corrupt and filled with snow, But yet she still comes to me with all and love.

The oceans bang their maritime war drums, A blue hydrangea floats upon the sea, She speaks to me with honey on her thumbs, Of love and how one day we’ll all be free, For now, let’s share this plum I’ve split for us, Alive, in love and young - let us eat thus.