Cold iron sleeps in the gray
Where old paper turns to clay
I watch the Monstera climb
Scaling the walls of our time
Slow rust and root in the deep
Where the forgotten things sleep
Heavy as salt in the air
Holding a weight we both share
Leather and ink on the floor
Locking a heavy oak door
I feel the peat in my skin
Waiting for spring to begin
Slow rust and root in the deep
Where the forgotten things sleep
Heavy as salt in the air
Holding a weight we both share
Ficus and fern in a row
Watching the anchor glow
Oxide is bleeding in red
Waking the dirt from its bed
Slow rust and root in the deep
Where the forgotten things sleep
Heavy as salt in the air
Holding a weight we both share
Syllables fade on the page
Metal is breaking its cage
Shedding the skin of the sea
Binding the earth unto me
Latin names carved in the stone
Finding a place to be known
Breathe in the damp of the wall
Waiting for gravity's call
Sedges are weaving a net
Paying a long heavy debt
Water is dripping in slow
Giving the iron a glow
Slow rust and root in the deep
Where the forgotten things sleep
Heavy as salt in the air
Holding a weight we both share
Just let it sink.
Deep in the loam.
Now we are home.
