Hurt, hurtful, snake-charmed,
struck white together half an hour we tear
through the half-dark after
some sweet core,
under, over gravity,
some white shore ...
spin, hidden one, spin,
trusted to me! laugh sore tooth
sucked warm, sweet; sweet wine
running cool through new
dry shrewd turnings of my soul,
opening veins.
Gull-feathers beating,
beating! Gliding. Still,
sidelong eye ... wings beating
like words against my eyes.
And your eyes—
o brother-animal, mild,
terrible!—your eyes wait, have been waiting,
knowing,
unknowable, on that sky shore.
A life is waiting.
Its webbed hand
reached out ...
Trust me!
truth-
telling fish of the sky!
your hand beyond my hand,
your phosphorous trail
broken, lost.
