We looked hard;
I stood on the bottom

Calloused tiptoes,
Splintering wood,
Waterlogging

Break up, come back together Genessaret

I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm
Each one I throw is moving somewhere

Oh, let me go
I will go out, out, out, out
Past these yellow ropes
I am not afraid

They sway there like
The shredded ones hung
From my parents' tree
Where I pumped my legs
And I broke into sweat

I never saw my face
In the bird bath mirror,
Red as blood
And I was tired

For a minute short, there was a wonder
A sense after the momentary weird blur,
In the space of expectancy
When you wake,
When you open your eyes

When you expect to see the same thing that
You've seen First, the ceiling:
Grey from great oak
Grey from great oak
He'd thrown his net over us
(Stringy hands, stained glass)

And all his sounds, the same today
But my body changed
Something in the salty sheets
Was pressing in on me

Stuck and stinging, I keep rolling