Ashore in draught learning the deadness, the seething lonely
wheel
Recited in circling the terror of merging, tail in my mouth
allegiance
Decisions of eels residing in spurts, quelling the shifts in my
shedding scales
Skin of my wafted tearful lure, incensing the care in ear, your
couch
Where deeper fell so soft the pearl, even down where softness
hides
Driven from above to dwell in silence, fateful quarters of the
meek
Who live until their hour serves them, given their lack a
boundless want
A greed so true it uplifts their search, and cancels what they have
To send them cast into the loss spending up their proof of love
Which carried with it no showing of lack, yet saw to serve us
with its course
Little did we veer or swoon a fairy, telling myself I lurk in her
shadow
Little did we know how braver than we were was our dream,
peopled with ruins
Who verge upon themselves to rise from ruin, ruins of memory
Which tower in us waking the breath to shame, of a kind to
cower the force
To retreat in conscience, staying the unfolding dam with
offerings of guilt
That trouble to have us learn, what it was in us that kept us
parted
Deserted from the love which mended feeling, and the love that
wrought this hate
Of the whom we anger when we hide, concealing the witness of
all thy work
To delay in the wings upon her mirror, where my flatness
buoyed her surface
To so contort the fusion, that her gaze in there is being, being
arrived one
Resorting in time to the wayward balance, living the her upon
my breast
