A winter's night,a creature, strange & brightappeared upon the porch in a dark storm.
The minister said,"It's clearly mad in the head—pay it no mind, it'll go away."
You & I were thinking about a placebelow the sea,with stinging anemone,coral, bright & white.& 
I was on a fast train to a deep oblivion.
You didn't try to stop me; no, you askedto come along.
Come take the lightof creatures of the deep;electric eels are fun, but tend to bite.
Oblivion,it rhymes with 
Vivian.Rust-red things look gray beneath the deep.
You & I were thinking about a decommissioned sub,a place submarine,we'd live life so serene.
We were on a fast train to a drunk oblivion—you bravely took my hand & we went merrily along.
Jets & boats,always found them fine.
The creature on the front porch can't unwind.
The sea captain said,"I'll fix him up with this:gin & quinine keeps away malaise."
We were crossing 
English channelsin 
Victorian timesin midget submarineswith parasols & twine.& 
I was going under in some deep oblivion;you bravely took my hand& sweetly came along.