The Sea

I look out
On the waves
On the wavering of my
Tent[?]
Between the cutting to-and-fro
With the [?] world of blood fits the path to an artery

Oh whether the shore
Or the undertow before
Fits a membrane of a being
Nothing thin must be me
Hinges in the dim swimming sea

Oh what it is to be carried
And to know it in the lumbering cold[?]
Hearing humps of a thunder roll[?]
Silent
Around you

Oh God
You are here
I'm in your throat
If you are
I'm alive in the belly of wonder
And there is not a star

God
You are here
I'm in your throat if you are
I'm alive
In the belly
Of wonder
And there is not a star