Establishing credibility with our sails
isn’t our game, we’re more the type to
float below the radar like the celocanth
and then eat your brains like the celocanth
and hang our actions out to carry us
away. The universe achieves balance this way,
and faith rebuilds with tiny victories
over itself; we plunder only what we can carry
and carry only what reminds us of ourselves.
When burning villages reflect on the sea
I think only of this body, only of me.
The universe smiles indulgently.