a voyager in dark waters
wonders when his fathers
consumed themselves like roaring seas
and if they woke on colorful shores.
the top below him gives away
his feet stand above his eyes
squeezed beneath
a sandwich mouth
all he sees is a purple tongue…
his ears ache
like roaring seas
that sweep the sand and break his dream
which falls into a quiet staring at the moon
and his fingers hold blue and pitch-black sands.
momentarily, he senses every grain
No One's Poetry 