THE SEA WITHIN

My notebook drowned,

in the blocks of blue, in the sea within

drew the light out to the end

Of this pen’s last lick of ink

To the blocks of blue, to the sea within

To the rock that sits between

the shores

That re-orient the occident of my legs

To the rock that sits, to the sea within

I summon

breathing lungs that don’t stop

a heart’s pump that begins

the average weight it takes for a body to drown

is only that

of its own voice.