Lonliness Ocean

Tell me, muse, the final cost,
because I hold seclusion dear,
and paid my dues in empty fields
outside the shoals of solitude.

Let me see the sacrifice
for drifting, rippled in calligraphy
tattooed across these ocean arms
that move the shoulders of the sea.

Show me in the trim of foam
above the lip of tossing waves
and dimpled spread transcribed
before prevailing winds and brine.

Write it on a minion moon, describe
the sin omitted and the penance still
delayed, tell me in the trailing
swells the water is not drinking me.