No Dust Lyrics

Blue silence walks below the flood
Through hallways dressed in living green
The veining of a pyramid
The blindness of a water dream
The glint above the swollen tree
The shrimp inside the pillowcase
No heat
No beach
No dust
No, this one is new
A taste, or lack, or wartime trick
Derivative of laughing

Leaden circle in the air
Falling bright chime on rippling street
And another, hanging there
Turn back, they closed the road
The capsule welded shut and slapped
The fishermen will shake their heads
But first
Don’t look away
The bird became an eel