In the morning I pack up my gear
  and toss it in my carryall
  Run the wide load to the lip
  and watch the big core crack and glow
    In the evening I undo my belt
  Split open and melt
    I wake up on my stomach
  with my face between my hands
  and crawl along the floor toward the doorway
  Jumping to my feet
  I try to put myself together
  but I feel it in my knees
  and the room begins to spin
  and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt
  Split open and melt
    We breathe deep
  in a steam dream
  and plunge below the water line
  down, down, down
  between beams
  to the gloom room
  among the seaweed and the slime
  down, down, down
  Melt