the gold ring and chain piercing my nostril is tied to Your starry reins I stand quite diaphanous and transparent in the shivering frost-bitten scrutiny as inanimate and suspended as the fossilized rocks and vacant shells entombed beneath my bare feet this loneliness that climbs, scrambles mindless ivy, up and down forlorn ivory towers lost lighthouses clinging to abandoned coastlines where the sea foams at the mouth and maya lurks like rodents and beachcombers littering with her perishable bag of goodies where is my conch? my heart hurts am I too deaf ...too far gone... to hear Your mighty blast?