Refraction

The window lets in the air riding down the heavy worn coast
Salt trapped in the membranes, the sandy berms, the tall grasses
Transplanted reefs, underwater worlds, rubber tire fantasies
Running my fingers along the bottom
My hands cut on sharp edges, dirty shells scratching all over
Where there once was, is no longer the same ever after


Split a thousand sides down, time line
River rolling roller coaster, grind
Beware the control of tides
Meant to be wild seafarers,
Retract these holy nets, sifting through the debris
floating out there in heaven


Hands upturned to the glimmer near the surface
Cold friends of whale-grazers, seaweed snakes, micro-whatevers
Kicking desperately on empty density, vast nothingness
Unknown, the ties wrapped around broken tree blooms
Holding on as to not drown down
Where no light bounces through anything refracted

Gold Lines