Inland Sea - Code

a lonely silhouette returns

upon the inland sea

to keep my eyes from looking up

I focus on the haze ahead

whose ghosts are shepherded

by chills that trip

and undulating haze

no voice

no peace

no anchor here

no remedy can permeate

loss -- is this loss

with sudden introspection

with my scanning of horizon

and my hands in restless motion

loss has left me at the surface

left me to this little ocean

gone to settle at the bottom

with its tortured concentration loss on the inland sea

through fear I keep myself aboard upon

the inland sea

whose barnacles have sured me up

whose salt has shrunk

my wooden boards

and every drop it seems to me could

pull my fragile craft apart

no rest

no flag

no pleasures here

no beam to break

the ghastly murk

so -- is this sorrow

a romantic disposition

with my gaze out

through the phantoms

all in doom and weak confusion

sorrow wracked me on the water

made me desperate and open

just to pass on from the deck and sink

down to some silent treasure

sorrow on the inland sea

a lonely figure there

upon the inland sea

whose hollow mask is shot

with grief

which calcifies with melancholy

my heart is overboard

my mind drops

through the oily deep

no life

no thought

no entropy

a surface that I shall not see