We lay back on steel bolts And curled in a cold bed The vessel, a hollow pea The cable, a cobweb Then we struck the surface and fell through to the sea We sunk past the jet black blobs Of ascidians and pearl shells Through the forever blue The searchlight fell Like long vanished sunlight remembered through the house I pressed up to the clear quartz And looked down to The black pit mouth of death itself Yet still washed in blue And I looked up and remembered the anemones' purple hue Down here in outer space A fall from a cliff Is a gentle drifting downward To some memory of if You were a tadpole and I was a fish