Here we go mother on the shipless ocean.Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
She is so distinct to me, it’s as though I had run my hands all over her.
We didn’t talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.
…all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull …
]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray
In the afternoon, over gold screens,I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.
The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.