No talk. No rock can hit on rock
Without these words ringing out,
And no words are spoken to hear this vow.
White forever means your dress
Descending the aisle, a diving bell
In my oceanic blur of a world.
Our home is nothing fire can burn
Or poverty dissolve, time ruin.
War & Plaque & Death ride by
Outside in their thundering city.
Our city exists in bed before breakfast,
As rumpled streets, avenue bustling,
The population, two.