Meridian

Terra nostra how it calls here
Sucks me dry, sucks me down
Shadows linger, prints of fingers
Disappear into the town
I want to be on the other side of the world

The Sea of Mourning it is waiting
Had its traitors, wants me now
Water lapping, fingers snapping
Disappearing, going down
I want to be on the other side of the world

River Hades, the Tigris, Euphrates
Fingers snapping, jaw slapping
He says, “Calm down.”
“The place you dwell in doesn't hold you well.”
He says, “Come now.”