This crisis for another
Bubble tumbled in your breath
We saw it down as real
Blubber insisting memory
Is action, action is
Engenderment the all-
Chaos all the time
A holey space singular in
Which journey number had only
This sinking
Body with which to see
Felt movement to hear
Chases with the Open--another
Horizon here confusing
Seizure with action, thought
With will haste with
Being slow--the broken
Ship becomes a promise--
Floating back to fathom each.
