In the morning I pack up my gear and toss it in my carryall
Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow
In the evening I undo my belt, split open and melt
I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands
And crawl along the floor toward the doorway
Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together
But I feel it in my knees, and the room begins to spin
And I slip and bump my head and raise a welt
Split open and melt
We breathe deep in a steam dream
And plunge below the water line
down, down, down
Between beams to the gloom room
Among the seaweed and the slime
down, down, down
Melt
