But no one seems to notice Even the trees rise above us Like some kind of clouds That are perhaps running Towards the sky Or entrapping the ground all around you But we never know Until it comes to consume us all Everything is liquid Everything is liquid in this world around me King of ghosts, Spinnning and spreading spiderwebs behind me Who are you that I see in my dreams? What is this face pressed against mine? We’re all liquid Melting and blending all together Perfect, just together