Withers like trodden grass
Our whispers are wafting along by the breeze
Sleep, sleep stealing through us
Cover our eyelids with silk
Carrying someone in wavy water
The ocean is troubled to its depths
Thunderbolts and fireflies
The embryo cowers in fear
And stares through the surface
Fear, fear, striking fear
Burying someone in wavy waters More from The Third And The Mortal