if i'm still able i'll give myself a sea burial.
 

i do not stand lost..or lie..
i dream of secret plants 
that flower under the sea,
and rocks through which the fish swim slowly. 
i do not dream.

i am catched. i'm floating. 
i cannot follow any thought from present to past yet.
i cannot follow any word through its changes.

that's the face in the water, that's the face wearing my face.