lost, and lost again upon the sea
from having wondered to often
where o’ where and what has happened to me
that i would have fallen too fast for this,
this average mortal eye to see

now adrift between peak and valley
lifted away from death to struggle toward the lee
only to fall back again to more shadowed, quiet places
sheltered amidst the dull and raging ever-present roar
yet still alive in a way that expresses some twisted infinity
as if i can breathe beneath the sapphire waves,
as if i can believe until that blessed sleep overtakes
and lets me drift in a dance like a leaf to the ocean floor