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.