James Abbott McNeil Whistler (attributed) Untitled seascape (American 19 c.)
First the sea, and I will gain everything from this.
How do I get away from You? Closer to You?
I've lost everything in the white circles and You, Drenching and Swollen Drenching Superiority
You host everything.
I can't come back. If I begged and left the rent motes of my pride, And begged And if I came to you with my bare arms, And without surprise, gainless, And without anything in my dry throat but the reaching for You
Could I come back and belong to You?
I know. I know. I see the way It lights on You. Let me sit here.