Is and Is and Is

Sailing with eyes wide,
See billowing light at night,
And then only colour,
Is and is and is, as it is,
Oh it is and is and is, as it is.

Framing flies and fry,
Gaming bites that might,
Cost them their lives,
But it is and is and is, as it is,
Oh it is and is and is, as it is.

Their leaves limp floating in the wind,
Their rose wilts, starting to bend.
Their house and its' inhabitants,
What, but it is and is and is, as it is,
What is and is and is as it is.

Katie had words full of memory,
She said "It won't be long, and it will never be, what was".
Rudy was prone to believing things,
He said "It won't be wrong, unless we let it be what was."
Movement took hold inexplicably,
Letting everything onto some trickery, what was.

Blaming an unseen blight,
On praise they did not recite,
But underneath them,
What is and is and is, did exist.
What is and is and is, did exist.

Self-styled hunters diagnosed,
Katie's feelings as she mopped the kitchen floor,
Rudy placed magnetic pictures in his hall,
To discover he'd been wiped from them all,
Composing disbelief with sounds beneath the dark,
Directing their relief they form electric art,
They form electric art.

Katie had words full of memory,
She said "They don't belong and I won't let it be, what was".
Rudy let go of his dignity,
He said "It might be wrong, but I won't let it be what was".
Cuffed and blamed so quickly,
They wouldn't leave behind, and it's a reason why.