When my ship sent for the breakers I was made
A magnificent kite cut the horizon in half
In the cove that crept inland, regret did not come in pairs
Before, I was quite in the discomfort corridor
My attempts at conversation almost touching in suggestion
Companion to slim pauses and sailor twins
Any harm in keeping if there is no sacrifice on our side
My flanks holstered your helmet to keep afloat
Hollowed the horns for crabs to hide in
My beard was tired and filled with shells
Ashes have made many more beautiful than beauty
Defer your rapture, every era the most trying