The rolling of the sea rolls over me
a swallowed thought,
a hiccup in the mightiness of nothingness
it waves goodbye below the talons of a storm grey sky
which grab at me as I roll and roll in the rolling sea.
If I land I want to land on the impermanence of a present
tense and move towards that which rewards me,
towards and to the rear of me,
atop and underneath the rolling sea,
I roll along,bowling to a future who knows what
that can be?