Wash my bones up from the shore I brandish my white horn Wake the ancient lore Willow weep for I have sinned Let me breathe your hauntings in Carve satin markings on my yellow flesh Violet petals flower in the mesh Of the moon cocoons a Fragile fetus in her swollen cave Wrap me in your gauzy haze Part your lips and swallow up the sea As you ruffle through the pages Of this hollow gavity Pupils dialating, diaphram painting Won't you catch me while I'm fainting? Mark my skin with Gangi's clay Dry it rock with washes it away Adorn my form with wreaths and (???) and grass Conch shells blowing, cleanse my past