Here there is no island dream. There is the water and the beast
Who follows me beneath. Beast Colossus, the one who does not
Sleep but lives beyond me. Disperse like the snowdrift clouds.
Silent like the long worn face disenchant in the stars. Undying
like the lie spoke before me.
Two holes burned in the skull to witness the light break. Two
Burning holes to learn and a cut across the face a trap for the
Choke of flesh and sound. Your words are fever and damnation
is the ghost in your skin.
Smacking wet skin twaddling sounds he says are my names. Black
The soak of the beast he says is my first. Fever this island dream
He says shall be my last.