I did not ask for the elegiac lamentOf amorous longings or immutable learningsFor who am I to know the contours and claws tearing the comforter,Dizzy

Foam-lipped bivalves weave byssus threads        Like calloused hands oysters deposit                Decked in velvet coolness,                    Tongue curls back to robe the mouth             Squeezing from shrouded sands                Sickle bending, enameled eddying                    Nocturnal