On Terra Firma In ITQ

The ocean's a drum fault and sheer; to me, breakout from dark, this sphere, that the sunk water lapsing veers — hours of footprints away from here, Missing this density timeless with each sanddollar I will wreck, for today I'm also in shreds — in the foam, this form, it lays death. Like as the deep deep, her I love, and I loved still, her back to run — her buoy pushed under, then gone, only passing wind in seagulls This kiss in and out seamouth's tide — on water, moon's curled by her side.