Skipping a couple, "They are the sea."
"Never entirely still, the dense coherence
of waves in yielding to motion in the body of others.
No division between cells, no escape from compliance.
The furling into the pliable softening body of others,
giving in from the edge to the middle.
Droplet slipping singly down, no such pitying,
no hopelessly separated.
A notion, not explaining but amassing what
can no longer be counted.
Powerless inkling units erased in the whole.
Thus, the water mass soothes or storms
what it contains or covers.
Still, or stirred not divided, no interior region.
Rather, all is plummeted at destination,
cliff edge, watermark, gravel, salt and silt,
redwood and reed, stopped and slunk, plumbed, bladder
and lung, filled up, pillowed now, and now, expired.
Ship hull, bullfrog, hat, and foam swallowed not fathomed.
Heaps of skulls preserved or digested, barnacled, not saved.
The giving way to as much the giving way as.
Oh, to be not anyone.
This maze of being skin.
Oh to owe, not anyone."