Thanks again for coming, and this is the last poem.
"Aerozona Water Letter."
"Into the ocean floor I dramamean.
The word of a name is only as news of it,
heard though sleep, cross distances like a guns report.
Namesake to trauma--
I dry the overhearing up.
"Butte to fjord-- a dive condition.
I meant dream.
Amen.
Wake has the makings of surface truth, the gone along sign.
I took the ribbon end under, worshipful of its ways
above me, to teach myself mutual, suspend,
and you follow with the other by it's lonesome,
loving length to depth.""
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]