Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
Some things are best kept at a distance
Lest they provoke the gods to rumbling
When caldera cauldrons seethe in fury
Civilizations can go a-tumbling
Perspective is a tricky game
Sight-lines blur, the light betrays
And of course the distance best protects
That we wish to push away
So you maintain respectful distance
And I acquiesce as you maintain
It’s a tightrope, it’s a careful dance
It’s a masquerade refrain
Some things are best glimpsed through a mist
Lest they invoke the shades to pondering
When castoff catacombs lay vanquished
Haunted souls may start to wandering
Excavation is a tricky game
Fault lines shift, the sands give way
And of course the distance best protects
That we wish to push away
So you maintain respectful distance
And I acquiesce as you maintain
It’s a tightrope, it’s a careful dance
It’s a masquerade refrain
It’s such a fragile balance
So much tension in the wire
All that force you exercise
Just to avoid a little fire
So you maintain respectful distance
And I acquiesce as you maintain
It’s a tightrope, it’s a careful dance
It’s a masquerade refrain