I lost the sea

I lost the sea, or poor lost me

A feeling she would notice

in coming down, from mountain bound

racked with my eyes unfocussed

Philosophy

the sense to see

nature bound be hopeless

So now instead on headaches fed

by streams of sand that witness

performing acts of spatial lack

I will of course demand this

and will not see spilt mercury

with all my dealings breakfast

unless she crows but then suppose

I win my pyric victory

and being poor lean on the door

as then for love she kissed me