To break a circle.

Reach around my skull.

You, crater head,

tie your tides and start to pull.

 

Hook around my head.

The stage is set

Set your hooks and start to pull.

Are you fishing men

or an audience?

 

Come around again.

You, moon face,

your suspended tide chimes again.

I can hear the bells

orbiting around my head.

The end is here,

I suppose time will tell

again.