FROM SALT A WORD OF THOUGHT, A BREATH NOT OCEAN
NOT AIR A FEEL WITH HEART, A TOUCH OF MIND A
PROFOUND DIMENTION OF ECSTACY. IN AND OUT OF
LONG HALLS THAT ECHO ONLY ONE YET WADE IN BY
A LIBERITY YIELDED A PROMISE OF BONES AND
DUST GROWS VELVET BLOOM, THORNED. THE WELPS
OF LIGHTNING HEAD TO FOOT FORGED A GLOW IN
MY HEAD. A STEAMING FOAMING AMAZON CRESTING
AN OCEAN OF BLISS, THIS WORD PASSES LIPS WITH
EASE OF BREATH.