the sky this night is too far too dark, away, to be reached and drag- ged down about to cover with some comfort the bite, the deep bite.
the softness to be heard as the voice whispers on the wind a song sweetly too far to be salve to the bitter poison in that bite.
cannot be dragged from here as weak and would wreak havoc and too close to what ills spill and too far from the good for what ails the empty wind and torn sails
with too far to sail for the shore for a quiet bay for eyes that look gently upon this salty face
too far out to sea, never learned how to float waves now hide the boat ...and the sharks are closing in