From limestone arch of Roman’s hand the spectacle of fulsome swell churns dark. Treacle thick, so Mercury fast and such a tempting place to lie. With heavens black from rain-clouds swirl the mighty storm shocks and cracks. Hammer blows, so daylight bright and such a perfect time to cry. From minds cascade with eddies rich the vivid spectre of beloved rise. A baby, a mother, a lover drift past, such tormented visions to hide. With shattered nights vitality coaxing thoughts electric surge serene. Jump now, toward the Siren’s light and such a tranquil place to die.