I Mother Earth My Beautiful Deep End

You held out
And hurt yourself again
Did I not make it clear?
To look around
My selfish queer
With unlit eyes and average dope,
You're in the dream room all alone.

I have seen you before, holding out
Here in the deep end.
My beautiful deep end.
With all and odd.

You yell out,
And touch the sound.
So overwhelmed
By simple things
you tend to fear.
The time is now,
For ease and thought
To come around
And let you know,
You're in the dream room letting go.

Wake up and drown don't swim, breathe or float away.
I'm sorry,
But I might have made it sweet
In the gold drunken sunset,
Where we'd lose our heads another time
Or close our eyes just right
And try to imagine
We're miles away at peace
Out in the open...

To precious hands,
Holding tongues hard.
Maybe one good word
Would tell us something
Whole and small.