Manchester

i awaken, my cold head drips
the drips land east towards the sea
i feel my feet drift
the hazy pond i greet
weary moon and indigo shift

can i rest here?
how unbound is this abyss?

this day is slipping
she extends a hand
the submariner’s chance to lift

he climbs up
the hollow caving tree
he falls to a cove
into the storm
beneath water he dove

far down and sinking home
water vast, a planetary shelf
finding peace in drowning
it was always about himself