The Sea

I look out

On the waves

On the wavering of my

Tent[?]

Between the cutting to-and-fro

With the [?] world of blood fits the path to an artery

Oh whether the shore

Or the undertow before

Fits a membrane of a being

Nothing thin must be me

Hinges in the dim swimming sea

Oh what it is to be carried

And to know it in the lumbering cold[?]

Hearing humps of a thunder roll[?]

Silent

Around you

Oh God

You are here

I'm in your throat

If you are

I'm alive in the belly of wonder

And there is not a star

God

You are here

I'm in your throat if you are

I'm alive

In the belly

Of wonder

And there is not a star