A boat weighing anchor.
Sunken treasure. A boot 
full of electric guitars. Eels 
in a dark pool. Any material
being ripped apart. A tuneless 
whistle or melancholic whale.
A dying camel, drying enamel.

It feels like the latest orgasm.
The roots of trees – birds
alighting from their branches.
It feels like OUT FOR GOOD
BEHAVIOUR! Like a sea shell 
listening back. It feels like the light.

It feels like right brain left 
hemisphere, north and south, the edge
of reason, like I'm out of season. 
It feels like the shrift from the short, 
the long from the tall, like nothing before.