what face greets me from this darkness,
     a roar, unmeasured, unspoken
     sea blackness unframed,
     horizon infolded.

roaring, unmeasuring, unspeaking
    sea heaving, sky breathes blackness
    from void without depth before me
    where I sit infolded at land’s edge
    my horizon these lines,  horizon 
    infolding with sound.

unframed darkness howling
    below star patterns
    recognizable, sounds swallowed
    in wind rage surface,
    tangle speech.

to stand on shore reach arm’s length
     into infinite, our lot
     on world spinning
     without end
     a few lines hold
     things together.