devocean.

you cannot hold me.

i rush

through your fingers

a tide 

answerable only 

to the great blinking eye.

but speak to me, child,

and i will unfold you--

your labyrinths and songs

your diseases and genius

and you will know i am with you

by the salt 

on your tongue

and you will know i am with you

by the soul

in your blood.