Hum

No matter how far from the ocean I defer to its judgement Support clouds beneath sky If I do sink, spare me the ink, squid and story, that we all have a grip On some moving ship, against the curling sheets Sailing into mystery Hum, soothe and join hands Is this the after gloss Caught in grief’s rain as it passes Wet oily nails wept that dive like ravens In our mud and sticks, standing pressed, clay our fragrant grasses When in mourning all you can think is dance in the lobby Wall to ceiling mirrors, you can hardly manage to move The silence a groove, in a crushing tune, half your body painted blue