i ate the foams of sea insult the shore
fast dying moribund the less the more
they also fizzd beneath i swam i heard
within the ears of fishes when a herd
of shorebirds plunged the foams gentle birth
whose death i chocked on nursed in brine stillbirth
i was a million others vulgar thought
of being couldnt intervene and nought
was all there was
upon its fizz i soar
i lie in gasps upon the sea-beat shore
the transformation
April 4, 2024