the taste is next to nothing

the taste is next to nothing

you've yet held on tongue.

we made out on helium.

to register for the exchange

brandished w/ receipt-

thesun&sky take all kinds of balloons.

to out sea horizon

to out sea horizon,

sharp coins & win

-ds in blindglint eyes~

reknow the form respiring

the cresting swell,            

              the jetty cut,                                  

the spume of reef             

            & scabbing foam

    (where love's from                

 there:                              

    the holding coast,

       themother&theson,

& the salty gull

all wavering & (in) particular.