The Sea (A passage to the Devil) Folio 1

The Sea, an untangling vineyard within us all

And a placid heart in motion to rise or fall,

Solemnly glorifies each waves as memory

And each tip and stone gold (the tough but the crest)

Within the irony of a worn harmony; 

All from the mind the heart would begin and rest

And be found and deplored in a bottled message;

The tempest rushes in light of years to come,

Withering before a raging merchant and his easy passage

That sets the glory of a senseless Sun;

Infinities and their moralities! breathing symphonies 

From the Orchestra blowing life amidst a grain of sand,

All rough and calm, sickly and balm, within the palm of Neptune's hand,

The tough and crest, wrinkles and breast, eyes of visionaries 

Turned to shells and conchs for an observatory 

Which burns beneath the Sea for eternity -- 

The Snakes shredded skin across on the Water's sensuality 

Constitutes layers of creation as a necessity.