Heartbeat And Sails

Scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots
In the dumb city dawn I am senseless and drawn to the sun
As the blackbirds and the toppyknots
And in biting down on the great foam world
What is the looming thing?
Not money, not flesh, not happiness
But this, which makes me sing
O scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots
And feel the subterranean movement a fraction
And deep under ocean, the celibate rocks
Has it borne me down?
Has it run me through?
If I give it a name do I contract it too?
More likely this thing has been growing in me
Like I have grown in you
Scoop my brains and let my heart have action
In its thousand million lots
In the dumb city dawn we dispense with the forlorn beasts
That we were in the night, grown lean on love
A love which will pierce and callous and tumesce
O upon the birth oath the morbid bloom
Is a child’s sense of impending doom
In a womb that is ambushed
In a womb that is ambushed
In biting down on the great foam world
What is the looming thing?
Not money, not flesh, not happiness
But this, which makes me sing
Not money, not flesh, not happiness
But this, which makes me sing