Selfishness, the cord around my neck,
blaming Mother's loving me anew;
Calling as a seagull cries the deck
beneath "Beneath!" when all above is blue;
Pulling for a welcome, dragging Anchor's
Chain like the sea is shallow hoping
Land again blowing thick a rain core
veiled in fog's desire, shushing, roping
Reason’s Cape—Horn’s pointed fire sounding
Raze! The main sail's crushing Selfishness
is true, as white caps risen foam is rounding
You, m-my mother, singular storm of levity,
I wrest my winging bird of blood, and homing
dawn, rise early from yawn’s My of roaming.