“the silver of my imagination
sometimes catches on fire from a word
and sometimes from the smell of salt
and I feel how under me
the ship shifts from foot to foot
and the ocean is immeasurable
without any coast
enclosed within the shell of wood
I am miraculously free
I love no one
and nothing
sometimes catches on fire from a word
and sometimes from the smell of salt
and I feel how under me
the ship shifts from foot to foot
and the ocean is immeasurable
without any coast
enclosed within the shell of wood
I am miraculously free
I love no one
and nothing
