Blue Agnostic

Why so long with your disbelief?

I see several ships, they are moving toward us,

their sails are tattered, but they tack & ride

each swell.

At night the sea is cast, spider-silted. The flinty

underbelly of a ship. Did I imagine

that blue distemper? That crashing,

inextinguishable loss—

The frequency's fixed. Array. Array.

& those who sent it

will never know

its true expense to us.