The more you tell me no,
the more they tell me yes.
Those sweet little ponies look straight
and sideways with all the colours of a mind
shot blind to part the waters that lifted you
from turgid waters to calm seas.
The more you tell me yes,
the more I have to crack,
these bones
that sink in water.
The coastline haunts the highway,
an endless frozen beacon
sheltering you from me,
from turgid despair to calm silence.
