Insane I wake up, the oars I take up and row to right A dawnless widow, a Portsmouth ghost of East End slight For you I hold this to build from nothing an Ancient Light And so in motions of all distortions I pull for my life This cold water is weighing us down Oh how I wish I was with you and nowhere else Late this morning I came by Hampstead in a Devon scow That found me drifting just off of Rame Head near Plymouth Sound In the room that we let I found your hairbrush broke on the ground And so in motion, like stone in potion, I just laid down