EARTHFLOW

FROM SCORN'S MAW

i plunge,
      (half worn)
            into seas of
  violent mania;
swarmed by shoals of
      ravenous mockery,
          thrashing on your tongue --
flee
   should karma
      set its teeth upon you:
  or your bones'll
      rot shipwrecked
     & in manic glee i'll
       applaud as tempestuous swell
        overwhelms
(your)
         skin.