XV

City as ocean: streets that overlap like waves, unsunk Atlantis,

cultures calcified into coral reef. I have left that behind.

And I walked probing for my depths across an Atlantic

made up horizon to horizon of shallow waters and silt.

I'm standing at the edge of a trench, I found

it at last and I can neither breathe nor sleep.

I'll step over that edge I'll let myself sink as

my flotsam lies detach to the alien seabed of truth.