I am lost and adrift
               on a sea of endless gloss
                              and the air is rank with putridity.
                                             The fog rolls over and on end,
                              a sleepless infant afflicted by illness,
               and I cannot see where I have come from.

A light shines off and away,
          in a losing battle against the billows
               that engulf me where I float.
                    The boat is easy to rock and sway
               and would be an easy victim of the waves
          were there any to rock it.

The light beckons and weeps, relentlessly,
     her tears lost on me in the mist
          that now coats my entire body.
               I've long since lost my oars
          and there are no waves to speak of,
     *I cannot reach her....

I

can't...