Here,
by the sea
I've wandered

looking around
for a place to lie down

and when it is morning
I'll drive a stake in the ground

or maybe a cross to mark the spot
where my grave can be found

by the sea
the beach where I tango
with my shadow

like a prisoner singing
along with the tide

leaving salty pools
in the lines of my eyes

perhaps this is my crime
half-living, half-dreaming

Here,
by the sea
doing my time.