how are you, darling? how have you been, lately? hold still so i can pry the truth from the tremblings of your chest. once i waded through your waverings knuckle deep & found your eyes' discarded veils; i know there are more to which you still cling. i will gaze until they unhinge, in breaking, raging, seething swells, then wade through the newfound waverings so my cuts sting from the sea reputed to heal. the waters soothe my eyes and sear my skin. take pity on these blind eyes! cleave your mind of trembling so it can conjure an illusory harbor, then tell me
how you are, my darling. how have you been, lately? if you convince me there is a harbor, we will not drown.
