May he be created of Earth
The man who takes my breath
He who tends to my raging fire
The calmer of my chaotic sea

Coerce me down from colliding clouds
Where rainfall drowns out the sound
Of my diligent thoughts dividing and
More so often than not multiplying

May his granite eyes become my home
To tether me to this place dissolving
Such as quicksand but at a glacial pace
Might the branch to save me be his face

I'm tethered but it's fraying
My body is here but it's decaying
And I'm trapped inside my head
Just too drained to leave this bed