Torrent

Does the torrent of disinhibition
announce the end or beginning or both,
the summing of each in mix with other,
in astonishment I part from myself

as on a mystery I look upon
the flood of sound that flouts mortality
and submits, too, in sublime fact of breath,
its in and its out, its ins and its outs

I wish I were a quiet cove that gave
upon a softly rounded shore of green,
but I am not, my waters are ruffled
day and night, waking and in sleep's deep

surf of words, breaking on a rocky shore,
surf of words, breaking spume, my foaming heart