an ocean route

punctured corridor of time
rationalizes systems, speech
much to decipher
but growing crampy, bloated with questions
it appeared being held together in the way
a miserable rut of sloppiness
and suddenly made a stringed puppet
shuffled in immobility
it was never fair foam and clean smooth gel
but a smell that obviated that need
and a pat skiing on his neck
desperate to drop
into a pit
very
small
and the punctured corridor