A silent call, held tethereth my fall
Rack my teeth through easy loss
Dream though she was then
Far away was the mother hen
Held on skin, cell of the clock
Grow on spite, low led rope waves
White soap, grey sky on a pinewood dock
Where slipping, my light heart lays.
Falleth thine structure von wire von mold
A haunting pale clenching saint I’m never to hold.
