Your song lives in my skin.
Its peaks and pits
laying atop
my warm resin.
Your soul will fill my form.
A coat and clothes
for those mechanicals.
A place for me to live.
What will I be,
when I’m fifty two
times ninety three?
Have I found my gravity?
What will I do,
when I’m ninety three
times fifty two?
Have I nailed my follow through?
I laid my head
on the water in my bed.
Recall what you said
Shapes on my mast’s head
Could you know mine?
Do you know mine?
Two balls on thread
Do you know mine?
Do you know mine?
Becalmed for days
My ribs want for your ways
No more delays
There’s bite on my breakaway
Be my ensign
Be my ensign
Cat’s paws ablaze
Draw my great spine
on your waterline
Just replace all my ballast stones
I’ll find my way back home
Seasinks
acraein 