ll it takes to make another start
Hung like leaves in fall—
Rising up, the water drowns our caul—
Cracks and climbs these walls.
Diving out, swim for a place to rest
Your hands lose their grasp.
All you hear through the pall and dark,
Whispered melodies sung from afar.
We can't stand on promises
Made of bloodless es.
Salt and brine our ragged breath
With our dreams into the depths...
