17 June 2012
Slow, we paddle through the lake. Straight to the very center of the darkest water. Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface, the eyes that look up lifeless, from our twins below. And though your arms and legs are under, love will be the echo in your ears. When all is lost and plundered, my love will be there still. True, it's chilling to behold, up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boats till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain a land of new suspension; where someday we must go. Though your arms and legs are under, love will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered, my love will be there still.
~Imperial Mammoth
Requim On Water • Opuss № I