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
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