The ragged edge. The sucking pore. At the sink raw on your elbows. It’s not your skin they broke it isn’t skin at all. And the glassy surface of the lake is just lake. When the sand is the mountain be the sand. When the mouse is a lion it’s a mouse. When the sun is your bed don’t shy don’t blink. When your bed is the sea don’t sink don’t swim. When the sea spits you up don’t tire. I see you little flea just a small and fledgling thing. Blown pollen oh you mote with improbable frequency you rise.