the root within the corpse...

invasive root... destitute dark-roots within

they bid me take my place amongst them

as ocean waves crash and hurrying on...

to all the far-off shores

and I see among the bones, discarded cargo

as if in some long deep sleep

down in the taverns of Vallhalla

Angels, Valkyries, Disco-demons

sick of this being... damaged goods

heart beats over her being... the being

I see frigid salt water on shivering misery

the womb, her warm moist womb, cave-tomb invites

alone, you, I see the monotonous buoyance

I see being in drops of sinking flotsam

shivering... shivering in the currents of wreckage

in the early morning rainbow... hurry, quick hurry

then it's gone

overboard monotony and the failing hope

being within gelatin flotillas, jetsam tombs invite

as full as the luminous moon...on the ebb tide

shivering in the dank moldy halls of Montezuma

waterfall graveyards, melting into droplets,

thick mists, where cold current meets the warm

going down to the warehouse of sea anemones

the monotonous warehouse of sun bleached shells

odds, ends, the monotony of my seeing

I see pregnant mermaids...hurrying,

inviting as in sleeping dreams

monotonous falling...no more buoyance

alone, over every day... then the termination

forgotten over this falling...this hurrying

the root inside the corpse, the black-earth root.