like the sea?
When I'm angry,
do I grow, at once, both
overlarge and hungry;
Do I heavy myself
ceaseless at the grungy
rocks of reason,
then blot candor's sky
with the foam of my fury,
withering grace
with briny excoriations
at the rational edge
of each shore
where I go?
How could I be
like the sea, I repeat
and demand
that you answer me—though
I don't want to know.
