Level (2004)

The sluggish grime that pulls me down

Solidifies itself under your feet.

You reach out with your ‘benevolent’ hand,

Superciliously.

Don’t struggle; you’ll sink faster –

Patronising words.

Must I diminish to be in your world?

The objective mediator bangs his mallet

And sentences me to an eternity of inequality.

 

Now I have reached the mountains

And you’ve reached the seas.

You’ve found love with the mermaids

And I’ve flown with the birds.

I will trade my wings for those days on land,

But I won’t lose a feather to

Drown

With you.