when my skin was clean
the sea still 
my brother would tell me of a man
with waves of skin that ran his body cold
all he wishes was all the seven seas
but his body too frail and pockets to low to go
with a oar and a soul he stole
he finally set sail
before he could reach his final love the boat was consumed
each wooden plank sunk
filling the boat with more black water
until nothing was left
he would stay there at the bottom of the ocean
waiting
waiting
for what brother never told
for whom brother never told
some nights  as the black water comes i wish i could be with the man as i watch the world above turn black