Seaweeds tied my two feet into the bark of ocean tree
Looked up to see my shuttle-ship turned to skeletal remains
with rainbow fishes within

And in my right a troupe of turtles  
murmuring with sea water hymns
And I heard the odd looking mermaids
as they recite my lousy poems of grief

This is a tale but I am not a fairy, not a princess nor a lady
When in reality I cannot swim
And the sands by the oceans are made of rough gravel seeds
I have ****** scratches all over as I watched a sunset--no sun in it

Out of all my shortcomings
I have in me a bruised distorted  "geest"
And it coloured the gravels white, purple to the sunless sky
My feet imagined its wings
and I'm in this dreamless deep brine