Blessed be those who have outgrown their shell and must wander the bed of the ocean, looking to trade soft skin for another home.
In the lakes
unmade velvet sheets, fold up, up, up emerald wedges
tesselate,
embroidered with scant hedgerows
Otherwise, fly
tragedy gathers about
the thirdRock
from some unattributable fault-line,
like great steel barrels of oil