The Diving Bell

on the way
you blab like a happy bimbo
sifting the night air for weapons
before you suck it into your lungs

into the diving bell with foraging behemoths
to a snow blown motel
and beach combing behemoths

on the way
you blush like a raving psycho
tossing a mussel back to life
before you suck us into your eyes

into your void i follow favoring my bad leg
to a snow blown motel
i’m dragging my bad leg

the horizon’s heaven’s assault
you can live on the salt
you can live on it all

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