three years oh fu ckxxfive years that hang dripping
into the clouds- a plagu on my mind.
i think i see you like the sea:
"the incessant rise and fall and fall
and rise again."
the world's heaving utterances, an endless renewal.
chasing waves trying to arrive at a different shore.
i have the ocean on my back (do you doubt me? undress me.) and yet
i still cant get to you. is the ocean the promise of eternity?
help me--this drowning, perpetuity.