Talking to you, I am a sailing, dying star.
No pilot to my flight in all your vastness.
Seeing you, I am surf across rocks,
Sprinkled chaotically, holding litter of ocean.
Knowing you, I breathe through a veil.
Am I plant or animal?
What could be here? What space in?
Your eyes are shining suns,
surrounded moons by dancers.
Awakening with thoughts of you,
I splash my boots in a puddle!
My legs are sore and wirey,
I danced all night in you.
I gnaw upon the rocksalt with all of my teeth missing.
