Andy Doty

the great endless dark sea,
deep is too gentle a word to describe it,
its infinite Mouth has swallowed countless men
     and harbors the howls! and roars!
of the beasts of the darkest of dreams
Immortal! Giant! Father of Rivers!
Your Breath covers the world
if i stand in the center of Your Palm
     i will never reach the edge of Your Hand
and if You curl Your Fingertips in
     i will be crushed without hope of escape
if i am lost on the surface of one of Your great Eyes
     my skin could be heavily soaked in Your Tears
     but my throat would be as dry as the deserts
          of the Cousin You visit so seldom
     for Your Tears are as mine, saline,
but just one of Your weeping sobs
could overwhelm a thousand men