It felt like a dream that
Melted down from somewhere
An odd machination with a bouquet at the end and a collector of sea glass
who more so could recite or recall but never obtain
With my mouth wired shut in this way, I can only hope I can produce the sounds that make you sing
when you sing the clouds rumble and strike, that old connection between Earth and Man.
Lighting the wildfires and forgotten solipsism I once held along my most private lines
Isn’t funny how the people without proper assurance tend to be the most
Loquacious,
Ha.
Lucky for you, days swish off like paper from a book I’ve sat at crumpling too many times for too many days.
I’m not too sure I’ll ever really know what I’m doing here
may you never know
that this ship once lacked a full crew, bodies had fallen over to give themselves to the sea
Kelp and widgeon grass found a home in their hearts, ears and lungs
In truth, they all know
that was when the ship was strong enough to never sink