As I ran onto the grey pricks
The noontide came in
It washed us away in a flood of salt
And bland iodine
I sailed to the bottom
Tied to an anchor: Your hand
My episodes were qwuieted to a pin-drop
Deep below the earth, a Heart stopped beating
He will never forget
What has happened to her beauty
Crawling down the drain
To a hot-steamed ocean
Only Fate knows what will come for him
THE SORROWED REEF