Said you the bloody word
Said me: shall thou be water?
A word so sure it went out into daylight and became holy
Between land and air the sleeping invisible universe waits
Seen only from the watchtower
Where lives the prince of the fishes
One-eyed strange to himself
Coming to pleasure, a citizen of will
Drinks his own piss
Friendless he, lost in indecent sleep
Lost in the hard word.