Imagine the ocean, raised
and growing porous.
Abandoning the fishes,
to sputter and dry at sea bottom, like
I can inhabit this tender colloid,
such a distance from all things.
I know of and fear no ledge;
only dissipation and an emerging
World. A panic of brightness where,
beyond this safe field, color shines
and wants only to shine.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
(Ok, technically this is an instructional performance piece, but it reads beautifully as a poem, and maybe it can be a poem too)