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