Genessaret (Going out over 30,000 Fathoms of Water) - Anathallo

We looked hard;

I stood on the bottom

Calloused tiptoes

Splintering wood

Waterlogging

Break up, come back together.

Genessaret

I want to skip like a stone from a stronger arm

Each one I throw is moving somewhere

Oh, let me go

I will go out, out, out, out

Past these yellow ropes

I am not afraid

They sway there like

The shredded ones hung

From my parents' tree

Where I pumped my legs

And I broke into sweat

I never saw my face

In the bird bath mirror

Red as blood

And I was tired

For a minute short, there was a wonder

A sense after the momentary weird blur

In the space of expectancy

When you wake

When you open your eyes

When you expect to see the same thing that

You’ve seen.

First, the ceiling:

Grey from great oak

Grey from great oak

He’d thrown his net over us

(Stringy hands, stained glass)

And all his sounds, the same today

But my body changed

Something in the salty sheets

Was pressing in on me

Stuck and stinging, I keep rolling