i fell down the well but the water was bare and wind blew cold as i buried my head i grabbed a hymnal from the passage of my shallow mind. in the verse of a fragmented sleep i swelled into the shadows of a wounded sleep the angel poets said more lights more shadows heal the wounds they said and i did but i refused to sleep with the fishes so sailing on i climbed onto the rail with an empty backpack full of rumors and a mouth full of hope chewing to the marrow of a life once owned no more said the magazine sales man no more will we be held i fell inside a well