I pull, I pull it’s a starry, gloomy night the stars gaze above my steaming head but they don’t shine for me
while I stand at a sea a sable, sludgy, shining sea reflecting the stars that don’t shine for me
I pull and I pull something resists, the mildewed thread quivers a hand, scar-strewn, thin and exanimately pallid i wonder where she summones the strength
maybe I’m just a weak man when a faint, scratchy voice calls me among afloating bubbles tells me to release