The stairs The stairs in my hair Long red rays A constant face hidden by the earth and churning foam churning foam This night we admired another wave Are you listening? Can you remember everything I tell you? We are the waves Some of the rhythms shaped to love you We are honeycomb and clay Graces of the wind and toil So much strength We are We are We are the slowness of people caught in time This This a place Your mouth is dropping endlessly As if I were spoken with a fragrance of all the world In a purity that resurrected the seaweed's delirium, hi-tide, the delicate thorn and polished fish They made us in this instant Condemned us to forever That vague pact we cannot remember We cannot remember We cannot remember But summertime will roll the lovers splitting the tree Just as pure-line ultramarine will be born in the water You taking branches from the sea Double cup apocalyptic-ally Their roots are clusters of things impossible to see Unknowable Unspeakable Lost in the memories of oblivion Fare thee well There is no me now No There is no you Nor us O come away O come away O come away...