the drunken skiff seems
unto
the vast iambic sea
unto
yelling at me
unto
I’m tempted to say something
unto
words deliberately abandoned
unto
but that would be a Bad Idea
unto
the gallowed clouds converge
unto
and I’m legging it
unto
and for one hieratic instant
unto
one comes to serve her
//with words excerpted from "The Merry-go-round" by Cath Barton and "ouija shipwreck reverie" by Joseph A. W. Quintela//
