Let's go then, the both of us, into the otherworld.
Driven, thrown, forced
by something we cannot understand.
and shall we hold hands and converse to make
the journey more pleasant?
If we pool our coins together can we pay Charon
to row us across the Styx? and stop for coffee in Hell?
I hear they have sinfully good Devil's Food Cake.
But do not look at me.
I will not look at you.
I will not meet your eyes.
Neither of us are as beautiful as we once were.
and the glass glazers will hawk their wares.
and we shall continue to where ever.
Veiled like Scherezades for a 1001 nights,
I might have thrown my fan too far into the lion's den.
The music is from the merry-go-round,
polymer resin horses with distemper.