A winter's night, a creature, strange & bright appeared upon the porch in a dark storm. The minister said, "It's clearly mad in the head— pay it no mind, it'll go away." You & I were thinking about a place below the sea, with stinging anemone, coral, bright & white. & I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion. You didn't try to stop me; no, you asked to come along. Come take the light of creatures of the deep; electric eels are fun, but tend to bite. Oblivion, it rhymes with Vivian. Rust-red things look gray beneath the deep. You & I were thinking about a decommissioned sub, a place submarine, we'd live life so serene. We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion— you bravely took my hand & we went merrily along. Jets & boats, always found them fine. The creature on the front porch can't unwind. The sea captain said, "I'll fix him up with this: gin & quinine keeps away malaise." We were crossing English channels in Victorian times in midget submarines with parasols & twine. & I was going under in some deep oblivion; you bravely took my hand & sweetly came along.