I am global, psychic, sexed-DEATH:
My thirst is what it is.
On me, bumper to bumper
With lights crystal I feel good about myself.
I shall as myself square away these I stand upon
Golden and damned
Which sailors sail beneath:
SITTING HERE ON THE PACIFIC I SAW WAR ONCE
Some days I can be cross-legged
And appear to join the swimmers
And swim naked.
I take everything and sleep with it:
THEY ADMIRE MY LENGTH
Named by these noises and lights,
I AM VERMILION
Each design I first made and then rejected.
And all the time I celebrate,
Putting the finishing and finishing to my parable.
Riding about, including memory,
People are astounded by my beauty,
My width and touch even those who exit up.
For you, San Andreas, I wait,
A light only I know that directs.
Your comings and goings,
Standing in the sun lit.
And when you do, I plan to walk right out.