A jellyfish squirms by Oedipal as meringue You are far out to sea A stone pier defiant The alarm shakes like a buoy The bell almost insignificant A cello ha-haroooms Clears her hopeful chest Sidles to the fronds of lace A deepwater fish She can With a clawed-shell fist Glass-cold and pressed To jaw and brow Deep and slow as galaxies Almost hear The dorsal hum In the heaved dark, wandering A sound as bright and lost As a beacon
