It's my obstruction in your words That holds me close to you Preventing some contingency The folly of our dreams I can't brand the tendencies A fleeting industry The grave pretender comes to you Seeking casualty The valley of a caustic breed Resting in the sea Depending on the marbling Of festered plasticine Moonlight-stifled breast of dawn Inciting vanity Gleaming off the blackened sea Derangement on the brink Wave on Wave off You don't have the curses I know I'm the problem Wave on, wave off crashing Widowed summer, I sink I sink