"You have come to the shore. There are no instructions."

A sudden listlessness;
An upheaval of all semblance of certainty,
hurled into a tumultuous torpidity,

           Feet on the edge of that ocean.

Desperate, undeniable necessity -
to be infused with insatiable wildness

With only the dregs of such calamity
surging about the soul.

Finally with vigor, and O, with such voracity,
these waves become a part of me.

And I am irrevocably,
                 exquisitely,
                 inscrutably,
                                                  yours.




That poem that you just read - I wrote it.
[The title is a quote from Levertov]