Were my love an ocean There could be no land. No crystal fibrulation Where the water and the sand Advance and dissent The quavering solution Where forms intertwine And strand becomes strand.
Only mound and mount and slope full waned 'Neath profound and silent sea Where thick heavy waves roll soundless Shapeless Placeless Unreceived.
My love is not an ocean But finite, human borne Seeking with swells of passion Expression upon your shore.
