Blue, blue light
Spills through the curtain
The city makes its bed
Under sheets of rain
What if the rain
Never subsides
And sandbanks shift over
Traffic lights?
We would awake where the morays sleep
Electric eels around our bed
What if the rain
Never subsides
And the city sinks below
An under-wave?
Shoals of silverfish
Break the surface water
Over the city hall
And the arcade
And manta rays
Glide down the motorway
Electric eels around our bed
Et tu deviens
Une inondation
Et tu deviens
Une flotte