Hollow sea
Here is the face
Of the sheer drop,
Where the weeds cannot
Seize the sliding slope.
Here is the sea
That cuts the soil,
Here is the wind
That breaks the bind.
Here is the hollow
Of the smell and the seep,
Where the rocks roll
And the seaweed sleeps.
Here is the core of the broken wave;
Here is the bay of the beating breath;
Here is the water of the still slumber.