Word just in we’ve been ransomed

to the spectrum of Ray-Bans we can’t

recall where they came from can you

imagine calling emerald what’s blue

our bay our mother beloved a sea-blue

too ideal to believe you’re not dead

I’m telling you some headfirst drowned

yelling eat me holy machine of hot light

that night the moon threw a noose on the shore

and the sky I assure you was falling