by Robert Beydler
She follows the stream of life to the ocean of eternity.
Only an abyss of relenting depth was left after the day she discovered infinity.
The day she found herself an illusion was the day she found herself in reality.
What a circle of circumstance within the spoon
The girl that never liked to leave her room
Just to see a mermaid within its bloom
Would be an inner reflection that made her swoon
An illusion so deep that the river of reality has run dry
All allusions have evaporated and the sun is the bane of her sight.
“Why oh why do I want it to die?”
“Surely it is the bane of all that makes me cry.”
What a round of profanity within the spoon
The nonchalant mermaid that never left the flume
Even in her youth she looked into the spoon
To find herself a mermaid and her home within its bloom
Her frustrations make for shallow conversation with herself
To talk to the universe is to find the self in the introverse
The day she discovered herself an illusion was the day she found herself in delusion
The day she uncovered her confusion the was the day she gave in to seclusion
What a catch of hooks within the spoon
The frustrated mermaid that has been consumed
Even in her pluth she decides to look into the spoon
To find herself a girl and her life within its bloom
God, she’s such a catch.