In the morning I pack up my gear and toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to the lip and watch the big core crack and glow In the evening I undo my belt Split open and melt I wake up on my stomach with my face between my hands and crawl along the floor toward the doorway Jumping to my feet I try to put myself together but I feel it in my knees and the room begins to spin and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt Split open and melt We breathe deep in a steam dream and plunge below the water line down, down, down between beams to the gloom room among the seaweed and the slime down, down, down Melt