Suffer what makes me
Pitiable to see
The lacking fulfillment too awful
To believe.
Rows of teeth
Make me,
The face that catches the breath
Of many seas.
I still rock waves
Within me,
Still mock myself to be saved
From this journey.
Love unites me,
Indeed to frighten me,
The places I have scattered sanctity
Behind me.
A curse I row
To an anchoring shore,
To save the one
Who never came undone.