I shall walk
softly there.
In a ditch
- to air!
Of which to wear?

I don't know, man.
I'm moving
still.
Dunno the hills
any
more
I sink until

The wheels will
spin.
The hatch will
lock.

I'm lost upon this trembling dock.

I forgot my trunks
            of trees so free.

So chained upon this massive sea.

i'm gonna soft
                 stomp
Look at me.