The moments’ repose Awoke eyes of ice In vision froze, froze The melting world All is around But within is barren, is barren Drying the water Anchor me in ice Mirror of the reaper The arrow of my eyes Slow, beating pendulum Don’t measure time I’ll sink the heavens While reaching for the dawn Seven eyes sewn open, bestow As above, so below Water mirrors and the stillness grows Into seven more (Unseeing) The bondage throne The waves that shore Two thirsty hands Sewing a needle of blood To bind me To bind me Weaving the ocean Through which I flood The heaven of blood To bind me I'm bound to Waves The waves of no shore Floods that sleeve The reach of the drought To bleed evermore Empty me Empty me Ash of the ocean (Sewing) To bind me (Sewing needle of drought) To bind me (Weaving) Weaving the ocean (Weaving pendulum) Hanging, weaving the ground A breathless fabric of floating ashes Tied, and then rewound