Poem 8

Ocean room

You sit in a room underneath the ocean
where the sharks swim
around your eyes of glass
as transparent walls
round an infinite universe
of turbid water

The gray beast
with black eyes
and fangs
stares at you
through a loupe
from above
and you have
switched places
from the deepest ocean
to a milk white circle
where you swim
through a galaxy

and you close your eyes:

 give me the moon
and sun


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