The stairs
The stairs in my hair
Long red rays
A constant face
hidden by the earth and churning foam
churning foam

This night we admired another wave
Are you listening?
Can you remember everything I tell you?
We are the waves
Some of the rhythms shaped to love you
We are honeycomb and clay
Graces of the wind and toil
So much strength
We are
We are
We are the slowness of people caught in time
This
This a place

Your mouth is dropping endlessly
As if I were spoken with a fragrance of all the world
In a purity that resurrected the seaweed's delirium,
hi-tide, the delicate thorn and polished fish
They made us in this instant
Condemned us to forever
That vague pact we cannot remember
We cannot remember
We cannot remember

But summertime will roll the lovers
splitting the tree
Just as pure-line ultramarine will be born in the water
You taking branches from the sea
Double cup apocalyptic-ally
Their roots are clusters of things impossible to see
Unknowable
Unspeakable
Lost in the memories of oblivion
Fare thee well
There is no me now
No
There is no you
Nor us
O come away
O come away
O come away...