written on water dissolving like dust in the water I put the papers into the bottle it's hard to keep from laughing at being stranded here in the middle of the world The compass puts its finger straight up in the air Words for Camille but the bell's been struck too late I check the night air lifting the lantern up I look over to the book on the desk unfinished It tells the story I won't be able to write the ending in anything but fire the last page will be written in fire No sense of gravity or consequence no sense of loss just falling into you just losing both my hands in the curls falling down around your head and down onto your back There's no ceiling it's been ripped apart to let the birds and stars take over From The Sea and the Bells |