ỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ w̦̺̐̐͟ā̤̓̍͘s̠҉͍͊ͅ j̪̟̮̔ͩư̡͕̭̇s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ ā̤̓̍͘ ḑ̴̞͛̒r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ā̤̓̍͘ḿ̬̏ͤͅ

Beneath the silvered skies I swim,
I sink where silent waters glow,
A lake of glass that’s not quite there,
A frozen breath, a secret air.

The waves, they speak in fractured song,
Of echoes that have lived too long,
Whe…