My lungs ***** at the air
As i plunge from sleep into the upper dream of waking life.
I shed the formality of my shallow coma
For the desperate climes of my striving ,
And surge the beach of lonesome
Brigadoons... Combing the frothy litter
Languishing along a stretch of forbidden
Waves...

I assume the sand castles are unassailable
And write letters for a bottle
In my mind.
And cork the
loss.