I yearn for
consuming ocean sea
in pitch roaring
day's end
hurling towering waves
upon slow sinking earth
that slides beneath my
soles, between parting
fingers
moving me

In the dark gaping night
I am absorbed
in company of silent parts
broken shells
precious stones
my deep course
hair entangled with brine
locks of sea harvested
to dry
within my breast
the low rolling hum
whispering chant of
the fluid body
in the great space of
the night,
a titan in the void