Perfect water - the dark wind braids the waves that grays birds.
'Ware the tree. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink, and slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting.
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
And to think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
within
where
waits
spiral
sound
slowly
order
mother
think
seven
daughter
blocks
cross
water
bells
braids
drown
underground
stream
passing
beneath
birds
waves
washing
random
black
destiny
blind
dream
strange
perfect
floor
frightening
grays
radio
hears
cousteau
hands
inside
instrumental
perils
inviting
still
jacques
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