As when tremulous light from the water in a bronze bowl, thrown back by sunshine, or the moon’s radiant image, flickers far and wide over everything, then angles upwards, and strikes the panelled ceiling overhead.

i went for a walk on the waves, yesterday         &
my "faith             ..  ."  sent me sinking, sputtering
my heart was a-plum-metting, shrieking the shrill
uncertain tattoo of a stormy apprenticeship,    my
ears pierced with many metals and manier scars ,
l o s t -and-leadened by the sonar-ous su r r r     f
until -    spine and mind at the bottom of the sea -
that stone a sad gage of the aqu-a-n-tiquitous me.
and,                             a tug on the wretched barb
that bleeds and infects a tried and treadden ear ; a
release, by a CATCH, and     a fissure of mends.
sunshine, sunshine                                    it's fine
a flapping of Finns       †           the beasts of time. 

i have learned to long for the endless immensity of
all                  that i know your ocean heart will be.