My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. (CAPTION) "Choosing Us" My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. Ah, how I yearn to unhand the razor-edged skewers Of your glistering fleece;