Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands / half-dead?

velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and?
toe the line of hurricane.

The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was?

poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath?
the ants will find the?

watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of unknown.