I Sleep ; I Slip In Doze, I Seep out into the Scenes ;
In Potions Deep In Notions Cold and Preasuring I Fit and Knit my Crown I Coral I Knot and Concrete a Frown But though I Invite my Efforts My Thoughting is Leaks and Tearing *
Over Whale but Underwater I Recover Nothing Reassuring Slowing to a Pale In Ocean Cold My Feedings are Slurring to a Drown My Motions ; Enwombed and Collected An Unfoetal, my Body Undertakes a Vulnerable Mould
Above The Surface The Ship Blinks, on Fire And Gifts from the Broken Hold Sink to me It's all a Wink Directed at me A Humour
But I am become Prepared Still For the Next Life I Discard, Decending Still A Treat Sunk Below A Monsterous Breakfast