You, Sea, and Word

On the deck was already a word
like a carcass, in the shadows
You call life is gambling and who knows who
some where somebody nodded
for the unreadable

You wade through the ocean, cheerfully
fetching the forthcoming. Cursed the past
while smoothing hair and memories
the ship drove, silent creeping away
to the inner troughs

on the seabed could be the fate of some octopus
wherever you sail, it will take you
faithful with time that is not tired fluttering
in the sky the birds are burning
aimed blazing and drizzling. In the sky arch
the horizon into time, surrounded you
until dusk ends, until the wound is no longer flowing