Upon windblown shores
Floating on the tears
Of orphaned whales
I find my bed
Adrift
Sea foam below
Spinning cosmos above
Dark, yet comforting
The feeling of gentle repose
Even given the inhospitality
Under the guarding belt
Of galactic arms
Dust suspended in thousands of points of light
Distant to the waves
Beyond, truely
And I below
Gently spin in edies
Borne ever forth
Upon apathetic and amoral tides
