a being
pre-human
plays so perfectly
a violin
inside the belly
of a leviathan.

the sea swells
with his emotion.

the leviathan will never wake.

If this blanket is an ocean,
And the ripples are waves,
I'd travel the opposite miles,
So we could collide.
Along we roll,
Transversing each other.

But waves are waves,
While this blanket has a different story.

the sea murmurs of moonstones
and loneliness, every breath
the drowning dark,
every leaf of its emerald
tree, a whisper, a cry of
sorrow, a silver dream.