Swimming Through Stones

i have heard about this
about walking into rooms
and flooring covered with snakeskins
oh snakesins how i wanna crawl back in
to them like sleeping bags
and i need things like i need paper thin fins

how i envy the herrings
always on their way
in easy flashes
tiny lightnings
glinting
like sparks when wolves
strike flint

while i feel like i am swimming through stone
so i'll hold my brain out of the water
as i swim my remains back to him
cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain
during the hurricane
so i'll rest my weary head
between the eagrets beak
so i can hear you sing
the salmon eggs to sleep
with the songs of the wild

i thought the coast was clear
i thought the coast was clear
but i'm wading through dead skeeters
through wriggling larva
through blood suckers
and i've never sucked blood before this
and i've never sucked blood before this
i've never sucked blood before this

and i knew better
but i walked right in again
and there is that floor all covered
with owl pellets
i examine the tiny bits
in wonder and decay
all mystified
at the little skeletal
glories
i wonder what went on in the rabbits hole
and how these tiny things cannot seem to escape
until we are left with snakeskin
and matted fur
hair thin
oh hair thin
bones.