by the comatose.
i heard an echo and it clicked into my heart
so swiftly, safely.
six years ago, twenty dead corals and swears-drop upon them
hats on heads, spears with fingers --- but they weren't the worst.
it was not only a sound, but a dear reply;
i cried, said sorry.
and He said:
"if it weren't your tears i would have no place to swim in."