- Waterline -

The sun has sunk and wreckage risen
On concrete canvas saved
To change the face of wood & stone
Under darkness, clutter's draped
Clutter's draped

Still sliding under where the ocean meets the sand
Turn, follow this time
Impermanence at last
The only waterline from which we'll breathe

Broke the sea with clasps and string
But from two again came one
And plundered though the garden seems
We'll draw no blood from stone
No blood from stone



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