I know your tears, where they used to sleep& perhaps I'm no more glum than a childyet born, unconscious yet tethered & trailingits ship set to sail. The oceans surrenderour test results &, after that, bottles bringmessages cavernous, memorized, thirsty.I'm no more my self-winding fist, no doubtdrifting where strings of a gorgeous hat gowhen the wave dissolves everything, erasingeven queens speedy on their feet but notsped enough. One must feed to flourish,not the husband ebbed high into the limbsafter a week of floods, now days of humidity.The oceans say I've a daughter behind me,flowers directly & blind. The oceans sayyou see me wading grass, danger to myself,etcetera. I wanted adoration, famous & hungto the wall. Instead I'm wads of gum, spent& stuck, become one with she who stuck itthere. Of heaven & betrayal, let's replaytoo often being left for that other for good.Mornings when you hear the many dying feetleap across my head, strange infancy curlsas though in a stove. I have that wherewithalstill, I've my few friends & still I have you.I take to the streets, to rainfall, to the pools.They are oceans & I dream we're improving.