Head in the floor

Candle lit, translated fire pit
With the future frozen
And the past, carrying the ship,
Which has previously been purchased
My books are being evaporated

The hurtful fire burns the memories
And the past carries my future trip
This ship is so close I can nearly see it
The weighed waters will no longer wait
The slowly slipping past, enters an open door

Meanwhile another one fails to burn the inflammable future,
But thawing thoroughly is what will be a superimposed symbiosis

What has been invisible is now worn mutually throughout
Because I dress as naked as a hairless horse
But as covered as a porcupine

Despite what I wear and omit from my wardrobe
The watchful eye witnesses all, all but the weighed waters
Although this two sided head is only known
As the identity of a half personality
It is covered in a half known head, full of green leaves

With a head held by the floor
The ship is carried by the melted
And the melted attracted to the fire
That thaws out the frozen future