When You Aren't

Death is the reef and you're right,
Moana, whatever lies
Beyond, no one knows how deep
It goes, how far it goes, why
It goes, or if it goes. I
Am dying to know, myself.
Feel like I was born to die,

Just like that singing fiction
Felt she was born to voyage,
But the secret of the sea
That interests me is whether,
Once one surrenders the lust
For finding solid islands,
Sinking can last forever.