disinterested as the moon
in calculations on the formula
for all soils and sandstone

irresistible currents
traffic the sea-canyons
as numbers of finned
bodies slick between
bars of Mercator

projections — distorted
images of a world
replete with fury
and sound they set

waves in motions
rolling rocking
across vast spaces of midnight
sky and ripple with subterfuge
like irregular notes of a sleepless

mockingbird lost
beyond the open
window of your past