Take a cupful from your hand. Wait for forty days. Make a river through the sand. 'Til you're called by a secret name. And the weight of the water has brought me back to this. Just leave me to the river. Let it cleanse my face. I have no power to ward it. Like the baptism of the earth. And the weight of the water has brought me back to this. And the step where you stood. As I bleed from the wound. How I cower to that weight. Still I'll make this water home