(p)Rose

Rose

Gentle rocking of the ship

Holding me lightly in the womb of our crown

Sea so far the clouds

Seem low

 Never such a finite horizon

Middle of everywhen

A blast of dolphins

Realistic companions

Aliens to our own wish

Cavemen created for inapt impact. Brace for grace

Comes falling from the skies

Crushing like a rain of petrol barils

A hidden friable offense

Unaccesible to those who

Vacate their lives

I stand alone but correct

Rain giveaways do not expect.

Knowledge of whales

Reassuring the plastic mantel

Of deceit. Stairs falling

From waves rise.

Vertical waters bleeding

Lonely from flesh gliders

Washmachine boat waking

On their ceiling unawares

That they search, blind to that

findings and 
I speaking of myself.

Sleeve to eternity