stop writing oceans
words are no place for water
so take a second...

so take it away
the typewriter tidepools
the pauses...
the pulsing punctuation
of salt
and sand and stone

stop writing oceans
or your metaphors
make sense
only every six hours
your voice will drown
in aqueous thought
your mind a faint
a fading light
green through
the water weeds
drifting
ever deeper