The Winds blew Cuts into my Skin

as I woke up just drifting aimless;

Water, Water everywhere, but not a Drop to drink.



I swim exhausted reeling Streams,

all Past erased, a jerking Nameless;

Water, Water everywhere and several Miles to sink.



Watching for Ships somewhere passing

or Islands touching the Edge of the Sea.

Moving to resist this Pulling,

a downward-grooving Drown Symphony



Water, Water everywhere...



The Wind brought Sound of Men on Board,

a Vessel-Sign so hopeful flickering;

All around