tide memory trains

                                                              down

                                                           the beach the sea chops

                          & eats itself

                                                           rocks doze

                                          in purple sets of allthepossible

                                       opens
                                       the path back home’s washed over
                                       the arabesques cooling

into space

                                                           on another turn it’s smooth as linen

                                                                              a bed for the pelican a tomb

                          for each dream skewered

                                     on the palms

                                                              their reptilian thrash
                                       until the waves

go pelagic, growls

                          spliced with lanterns

                          from blackestdeep will they

                                                                       find those naked feet

                                                             seduce their nerves the future
                                                                       rests on the hairs of my neck

                                       frizzing like dune

                                                                       tuft

                                                                                         inept balloon

                                                                       mountainous

earth what speaks is what moves

                                                                 form

             & cry

                          shy from a sloshing

                                       the literature in flakes

& it emerges

             frothed

        gill of whose