• ships sail into the blurred shores of a hollow beast
    the ocean is given shape by steam
    a ring of sand sick like Jupiter
    mountains rise to meet the sky
    someone left pie on the chair
    a moped stained red
    the tides will soon forget
    the storm will stay
    boulders like mist
    standing on labor
    obscured by flowers
    music on the body
    a tying bow
    never alone