Chemistry

It doesn't take a Gypsy woman
To gaze into the crystal ball and cry
Aiiii! Aiiii!
I see a landscape littered with emotional casualties
Think only of cold water and
Things which are ordered and solid
But the red alert itself
Quickens the mercury
Chaotic patterns leap, shock!
Disallowed dimensions
Bang on the door
Laughing cruelly at the melted crystal
Demanding attention
Dancing the deadly Tarantella
Taran! Taran! Tarantella!