in my life I learned to perceive 

people crying before the sea

the confliction of their inaccurate dreams 

their skin impressed onto ghostly limbs

their lack of bliss unforeseen 

a perseverance that disappears 

boughs withering like fear

in my dreams I have lived falling adrift 

siphoning from a tempered and tender whip

crawling out of life’s bloodstream 

have you seen all of me