The Ocean Drowns Through You

How do you taste the earth
You felt
without a trace,
for twenty two years: what dearth
would’ve seared
your skin

What do you see, what do you dream:
the drop in the ocean–

I hear you see, walking above the stream,
the fire under your feet:
You raise your arm, rocks turn to wheat,
the gushing of wine

and how it glints –

Time is lent to what you meant
to make, to rake;
The ocean is wide, the ocean is sand,
the ocean trickles down your hand –

Does it fade, does it make say,
“It will trade for yesterday”?

Time is meant to what you lent
to make, to rake;
You are earth, you are dearth,
you are a drop in the ocean –

The ocean is afar, the ocean is sky
The ocean is such great height;
The ocean crashes on your feet –

but I can see it drown through you;
I want to see the world surrender,
I can see right through your eyes