Typhoons Decide - Ritual

The day is mild and motionless

And everything is fine

Sleepy swells come rolling in

The sea has peace of mind

All this she sees but she can’t feel no ease

Inside the house she tries her best

To make it all look nice

But knick-knacks tend, well in the end

To make a thin disguise

The house is large and bleak

And you can’t hide typhoons inside

In you typhoons reside

Nice tea-cosies mymble

Shaped and mirrors very small

China kittens, little shells

Maxims in silk and all

Why can’t these pretty things give comfort now?

She knows the night is soon to fall

The windows are too tall

The lamps look lost, the sofa seems to

Huddle against the wall

And life is so very large that you may die

The storms decide

Out there typhoons decide