Enigma

Swimming in Time’s river basin 
The waves were black and bone 
on the brink of summer fire season the banks of despair 
somehow summer fire season like a spring Persephone had taken 
and I made the fire my home 
and I kept wondering 
why every summer fire season it was quaking 
how many silted summers would I have to sink in 
every summer fire season had me in survival 
every summer fire storm and I was alive and 
I remember what you did and it was terrible 
Like a cruel spring I had to survive to get here
The lady vanishes! in summer fire!
and it was survival that
had Taken
me  
power lines at midnight
the lady vanishes!
in a panicked state
it was despair (not desire) in Decadence
that had me sinking
in summer fires 
like a sunken season that
had Taken
me
an eternity
under your marauding Eyes
like setting suns
the lady vanishes!
into regret
decadent Hell
it was despair (not desire) 
that had me sinking
in summer fires 
the lady vanishes!
into a season of survival
there was living lightning in my ribs
and I needed—