Messenger of the Sea
I sleep chained to ice over midnight water
This is your cousin
Barnacled shoulders
Somewhere in the deep
There is love in a palace somewhere down below
But I
Am suspended above you seeing all things
The flash
Of a moment
On the eye
An inversion
Of all
That is real
The devil taps his fingers with patient impatience
And I know
It is far too slow a fall anymore, this longing,
To be of any practical use
Against the gray heaven
Or the blue Hell
Yes, I left her in the morning without a word
So she could hang like me
Over a weeping
oblivion
Leave me alone messenger of the sea