Do you not also sense danger
in the sea’s laughter?
Do you not see a threat
in the bloody silk of the poppy?
Do you not see that the apple tree flowers
only to die in the apple?
Do you not weep surrounded by laughter
with bottles of oblivion?
Do you not also sense danger
in the sea’s laughter?
Do you not see a threat
in the bloody silk of the poppy?
Do you not see that the apple tree flowers
only to die in the apple?
Do you not weep surrounded by laughter
with bottles of oblivion?