Inland Sea

a lonely silhouette returns upon the inland sea to keep my eyes from looking up I focus on the haze ahead whose ghosts are shepherded by chills that trip and undulating haze no voice no peace no anchor here no remedy can permeate loss -- is this loss with sudden introspection with my scanning of horizon and my hands in restless motion loss has left me at the surface left me to this little ocean gone to settle at the bottom with its tortured concentration loss on the inland sea through fear I keep myself aboard upon the inland sea whose barnacles have sured me up whose salt has shrunk my wooden boards and every drop it seems to me could pull my fragile craft apart no rest no flag no pleasures here no beam to break the ghastly murk so -- is this sorrow a romantic disposition with my gaze out through the phantoms all in doom and weak confusion sorrow wracked me on the water made me desperate and open just to pass on from the deck and sink down to some silent treasure sorrow on the inland sea a lonely figure there upon the inland sea whose hollow mask is shot with grief which calcifies with melancholy my heart is overboard my mind drops through the oily deep no life no thought no entropy a surface that I shall not see