I
have crossed the
frontier of my wanting soul, and of
my
shaking
heart : not bitter as
the wintry wind

my tears are salty-sweets,

like the chilly-warm sea on
the hottest day of the year
in the middle of winter,

but the ocean does not forget its
place for long, my sweet forsaken fish,
my unsung swan-song

the glorious sea is forever more
within the within of me.
.