A town like this 
whole skies passing over

those words
had a need to be written
they don't satisfy me
I know they don't satisfy you
they had a need to be written
being written
they are satisfied

I have seen the great poet
go down to the sea
hurl a great weight of verses 
into the greedy waves
it would take so great an effort
to ensure they float
an effort too great for flesh and blood
but the whims of the sea-
her inimitable oscillation
will set the verses a-bobbing
or take them down to oblivion

I have felt the shoulders and other insults
of all those rushing down to the sea
hurling their verses far into the blue
how could their armada sail
slow-moving waves remain silk-smooth

those words
rocking on the ocean floor
may concern me
I know they concern you
they had a need to be written
being written
they are satisfied

I don't know the name of my neighbour
those words
walking here with a bag of potatoes and sweets
they had a need to be written
the slightest human encounter
being written
a town like this 
they are satisfied
whole skies passing over