C O L D W A T E R

Inspired by:

 

Insane I wake up, the oars I take up and row to right

a dawnless widow, a Portsmouth ghost of East End slight

 

For you I hold this to build from nothing an Ancient Light

and so in motions of all distortions I pull for my life

 

This cold water is weighing us down

oh how I wish I was with you and nowhere else

 

Late this morning I came by Hampstead in a Devon scow

that found me drifting just off of Rame Head near Plymouth Sound

 

In the room that we let I found your hairbrush broke on the ground

and so in motion, like stone in potion, I just laid down

 

by matthew good: static.squarespace.com/static/52f12872e4b06acd907e7ea3/t/...

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