I indulged myself with a brew
                  Of sand and seashells
      And licked the salt off my hands
                  As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
                             The hollow abyss my only friend

For waves throw, the ripples bloom
            For the harbor sleeps
                            The towers gloom
      My cold haven black, brown, blue
                  The fluctuations in everlasting motion
                                      have endured

And the frigid hands seize my neck
                  And they form a rigid burble
         Turning over my back
                         My skin appeared purple
                                 And my lungs filled with air

                         Yet that frail air never
                                           tasted so sweet