Sometimes a light comes out of nowhere
which turns the nowhere into a somewhere
which makes the sea into a room
and my brain stops hurting – first time in days.
Walls and Walls! So nice to be held in
as opposed to held out or held up, pirates
like most wild animals crave a cave sometimes
when the waves are caving in on us.
And the sea can be a grave too, giant
ghosts horn in the fog all goddamn night
like the night was a closet and us defiant
moths pinballing from wool to wool without eyes.