Flotsam of a morning;
Jetsam for a moment;
Like foam, my breathing’s bursting,
Drawn in deepest blue.
Fling my tendrils; take me;
My limp and drifting endings;
Arms and legs sidewinding,
Deep through deepest blue.
Mesh for messy movement;
Marsh of grid and branches;
Force from far-off places;
Deep-stacked, rolling through.
Ground me on the shoreline;
Wreck where wits might find me;
Scatter mine on warm hillsides.
Sweep in and out, deep blue.
