Castle Walls - Musée Mécanique

ll it takes to make another start

Hung like leaves in fall—

Rising up, the water drowns our caul—

Cracks and climbs these walls.

Diving out, swim for a place to rest

Your hands lose their grasp.

All you hear through the pall and dark,

Whispered melodies sung from afar.

We can’t stand on promises

Made of bloodless es.

Salt and brine our ragged breath

With our dreams into the depths…