I have reoccurring drowning dreams which
turn oxygen into smithereens
Wherever I seem to be
I cannot breathe

What to everyone else is leisurely lust
Is to me a desert of dust

The tide only hides, I can't see the sea
I try to stay afloat but the glass is always empty

Sailing is a Hopper painting
I can only hear when it's raining

People tell me the could only wish
Of seeing glimmering flying fish

But what seems to them nature's secret kiss
Is not.
It's a terrifying black ceaseless abyss