-"The clutch of his hands has loosened up our ropes
As we forsake the famine of his kisses."
-"Remember my loon as he was blind with rage
He dug a hole in the keel, the ship is sinking."
Our florescent tongues will never break on the shore.
This is our truest escape, the whales tolling their call.
We forget the cry of gulls under the deep sea swell
A current under sea is picking all our bones as we rise and we fall