My hell is the Ocean
Under which great men are drowning themselves deeper into the dark
Madness feeds the beast with a mangled hope
Frantic squirms, the shudders, and the suspension!
A castle of bubbles so proud, anonymous cries so loud

So much water,
But not a drop to drink

Abhorrence! This nautical life!

Buoyed out in the foams, in this ocean
I pound the permeable, unsolid surface and bathe in blue fire
Across the blue desert, I moor a lonely blue ship and plant a bouquet of dry blue flowers—
To make friends with the quiet waves