The lobster

An eye raised

Ears open to words whispered

Somewhere

Escaping in dreams

Half-hearted

He will

Imagine

Running

Road across the way
Pebbles underfoot
Just out of reach

Encompassed

By reality

Not  

Saccharine

Anodyne ( beside him, she asks "what's that"?)

Undigested platitudes

Of life half-lived.

But no

This is his destiny

To embrace the reflected and not the real

Arms dissolve into chains

Endearments into mist

No idealist he

No longer

Around him

The waters rise

They simmer.