Sight heavy
Lifting
Slow moving
Saving breath
Eyes wishing
Well up
Sea pulling
We're making ground
Boots full of water
Revisiting
Sacred floor
Blue Dreams
Sea pushing
Carousel
Of memories
Anchored boots
Lifting
Slow moving
Saving breath
Eyes filling
Pushing up
Inside the hull
We're making ground
Uncharted
Under the wreck
Weight of the world
Through the gills
Skipper Siren Song
Truest one
Tails down
Above all
Truest sound
Oldest tale
Underground
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It's the dream we carry in secret
that something miraculous will happen,
that it must happen --
that time will open
that the heart will open
that doors will open
that the rockface will open
that springs will gush --
that the dream will open,
that one morning we will glide into
some little harbour we didn't know was there.
I was a vagabond ; sunset and moon
Found me a place in their hearts.
Gladly I saw
The still, white summits of the friendly hills,
And snatched a wraith of sadness from the core
Of the deep sea, the unresisting earth :
Sang to the moon, and wove a melody
Deep in the strident archways of the sky ;
Or felt the benediction of rebirth
That stirred strange anguish in this vagrant heart . . .
So there was silence in the wind that followed after,
Dim with the memory I'd left behind
Chilled into terror by the phantom of
your laughter.
A diving bell is all we need.
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