Take those shiny rings
children playing grownups
adore their dressed up things
but this is not the world you knew, child
this is not the world you knew

Close those golden eyelids down
here: the picture shows of memories
weave dandelions into your crown
these are not the worlds you knew, child
these are not the worlds you knew

"This is going to hurt," she whispers
a lifetime of still frames contrast and stiffen
blurred edges leap out as sharp corners, a whimper
these are not the memories you held, child,
these are not the memories you held

"THIS was your life," she darkly intones
hot flash images rain dark upon innocence
each soft raising of flesh met with the cracking of bones
this is not the world you made, child
this is not the world you made

Where are you?
Come find me
just as soon as you've forgotten who I am and why you seek me
not a moment sooner
we'll dress in plundered fineries
and sail the snarling uncertain seas.