Watered down clock-turns looking onto frozen bodies are spinning and ticking into proper time...
Dark hands reach out while the bodies disappear into black space
Words all bubble-mumble from above sing themselves into tune while I feared the coming of June
Two steady palms under my body lift and make the water speed past my ears
The wires are stretched and frayed, but still cling to my chest
I black in and out and try to breathe, only to find nothing but watered down lungs
Lips envelop mine and breathe into me...
Jon pressurizes my chest with his strong hands and then tries to breathe me awake again...
And again...