There is nothing harder than
Sleeping curled around fragments
Anchored into oblivion

Dream of foreign planets
Skies that open wide from day to night
Snuffing the sun out was a too-quick endeavor

I see his face sometimes, after drowning myself
I blame his face sometimes, for ever having been
I ache sometimes to flash to the ending

It would make sense that less is more
I would eat less if I knew it would shake my core
My convictions are flag-bearing ships

Who would sail to a new land to taste the sea?
Salt water poisons and I grate that hardness in me
It's the garnish on all of my meals