As-Is

Never would have left your ether Each Nazca Line of the brittle Earth Every structured fortress inside of your well Would have followed the dark waters through to Hell As we swam through body horror or blistered shipwreck Was some kind of home And as my knuckles burned blue, you slipped through Into a deep sleep forever, away to otherness And I had to bury you under the mattress, but I kept you As-is