The Sound of Fish Music

This is the sound of my separated senses Cutting through the space, starting slowly. Casting prayer, trying to find Any thread holding me alive. A dream of love, a tear-clotted Parallel line from which to awake. I feed myself grapes and bread, Something low. Are you watching me? Are you laughing now? Drenched in butter, I wait for things to Arrive With your mouth and your hands. A line of words on your hand. Or is it time ribs that build ground? Groundless lips, I can't feel anything. I am Thinking about getting on the surface of the Ocean. How did this magic affect me so much And won't reply to me? The new way to see is a sea of Forget me. How would you be the first one to Stand on the rim of the abyss?