Eight point three pounds. Gallons upon gallons. Displace me now.
The one word to learn. In any toungue is thank you. Rising from your bunk.
To the sea you run. I am bound for now and stay. One blue and one green.
In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down.
A morning in flux. My dreams hang dark and real. Then I am free.
Warmer is the dawn. Still low and south though you are. Sullen chaste for now.
Molten on water. Crystals arranged on a breath. A threat for later.