You don’t have to say a single thing
I’ve already conceived your great sincerity
I don’t come for vengeance or rebuttal
But in this aftermath there will be payment for my pain
I don’t know what I can prove
Though you would give it to me
All the clarity and peace that I have given up on
Like a ship within a library
Its water on the floor and soon
The ocean’s bottom teems with all the
Rusting works of man
This clears my ocean floor
And the ocean of my heart
Might beat so quietly
While up above the ship floats on its way