standing knee deep in cold water swiftly moving somehow i knew i d lost something wading waist deep i saw a book there in the river waiting for me to find it there i tried to read it neck deep treading water the tide it pulled me out to sea then with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place they were beautiful and dread i reached for them and fed on each phrase they were honey on my lips but then a bitter twist in my side i knew they d lay me in my grave is there no one who can save me i cried sinking down deep through cold water and heavy silence shadows stirring in the gloom what things lay sleeping down deep in the darkness woke then to find me in that tomb then with water in my eyes the words began to rise from their place they were beautiful and dread i reached for them and fed on each phrase they were honey on my lips but then a bitter twist in my side i knew they d lay me in my grave is there no one who can save me i cried  and when i lost all hope to look someone took that heavy book from my hands all its weight they set aside after they had satisfied its demands i felt white and black reverse and the lifting of a curse from my heart then like one receiving sight i beheld a brilliant light in the dark2