gone to settle at the bottom
The ghastly murk, no beam to break
And my hands in restless motion, whose salt has shrunk
No pleasures here, made me desperate and open Code, upon the inland sea
the ghastly murk
To keep my eyes from looking up, a lonely figure there
A lonely figure there, is this loss
all in doom and weak confusion
sorrow on the inland sea
with my gaze out
Loss has left me at the surface, with my gaze out, my heart is overboard
and every drop it seems to me could
Gone to settle at the bottom, is this loss
No anchor here, with my scanning of horizon
with its tortured concentration loss on the inland sea
through the phantoms
through the oily deep
my wooden boards
the ghastly murk
a lonely silhouette returns