From Heartwood Well

Five  hundred  million  years ‐
this earth‐core clusters inwards,
sucks me into a salty delirium,
glass, down abdomen way.

The place names on this coastline
match the street names
near your house.

I need mish‐mash
druggish thoughts,
endorsement, sub‐frontal proof.

My own instincts ‐ surrendered.