The Night Shore

Somniloquies rise like the drowned their
     lungfuls of air ripple as
          indecipherable
 
a vision translucent as halite in opaque
     huelessness the night of it
          meandering
 
breath is the sea rote I float to the pupil
     wade the green iris shut
          in its eyelid
 
these thoughts dream me and not I them
     how from out of silence
          clarities swim