The moon, the rabbit, the elixir, the lady,
 the beach, the mauve

Souls are freakish purple pearls on that
plutonium shore,

Standing like a vigil whilst you and your 
time ebb and flow,

Mine is a hermaphrodite 

In a slip dress

Or a lawn shirt,

Fluid

As the crashing waves

And hurtling winds

Do make a mirage out of me.