It’s much quieter down here where everyone is free
under the waves, you see, beneath this peaceful sea
of daffodils.
I was at first raging, but then I grooved on the privacy
of my interment, where I could anchor where I wanted to be
under daffodils.

I was sailing with Charon on a golden boat beneath a cemetery.
I saw my life flash before me – and disappear – spontaneously.
My world has both contracted and grown miraculously
and all since I’ve been imported below by the authority
of daffodils.

Living below is so strange and so wondrous a fantasy.
I feel like it’ll end if I just click my heels and count "One, two, three.
No more daffodils."

But it’s not so, I am sure I can’t go quite so easily.
I’m inhumed here and I fear that forever I’ll be a lessee

to the daffodils.