I do not look in your eyes.
Oh I fear them, Indeed I fear them.

Their blueness of the seas
their whiteness of the waves
into their floods I go
my mind disolving floods.
They rage.

And then:
Behind the ocean mirror
the deep glowing of their fire
which is a greek, a demon flame
a fire from where the fire came.

Greedy hands of heat
they touch my
ice fevered chest
my stone stoic heart
that beats, beats, beats.

I waver, bend, knee
lost in the simmering sea
the whole blank
existing
me.

I do not look in your eyes.
Oh I fear them, indeed I fear them.