Sick with Bloom - Yellow Eyes

I walk beside a manmade pond

With sloping walls

Sick with bloom

To cut the nausea of the carpet slick

They placed six spotlights

Dimly shining

Making amber of the brine

Black seeds and blinded shrimp

Held in the cones

I dreamed of true magnetic north

The water drained

Black boulders shone like greased backs

The draping skin

A muscle twitch

A fish would crawl out of its scales

To break the skin on the pond

To cut the nausea of the carpet slick

Instead of standing dimly on the wall

Magnetic north is pounding in my ears

True north is somewhere deep inside the amber cones