Nicole Vacherot|
Poet
I wish to exist as the sea
loosely, without to do or must
all chaos rolling in blues; I'm free
in salty skies of a heaving bust
I wish to exist as the sea
in depths washed with kisses wet
at the grace of lapping esprit
into vast shoals of forget
I wish to exist as the sea
to have violence marry peace
and find oblivion in jubilee
at last, to exist—then cease