Amalia's Theme

Delphi it drew us
Over the touchscreen
Delphi it threw us
Up like a stone
In sheep’s clothing
Instrumental
The gods that roil
Inside of us
As she whistles her sweet
Oracles
Out by the poolside
Ravings of suicide
As Athens is burning
Plots and visions
Empty amber bottle
Opiate
The sky is blue today
Gone tomorrow
Castalian Spring
Watching clouds
Amalia nods
Shield shroud
Of moonbeams sacramental
Poolside cigarette smoke
That gyres up like prophecies
Glyph in dragging blood
Amalia swayin' through the
Hotel corridors
Shuffling through the
Thousands years
Oracular and wandering