Sink forth into my waters grown red in the grit of blood and thick as the earth of the stye. As the earth of the tomb. Sink past the eye of day, the star of night, through the belly of fishes and sea. Sink so you may never again know the bittersweet taste that settles upon the muddied shore of paradise. - *Column A: Sea, star, tomb, eye. Column B: Fishes, shore, belly, blood, stye.