the oceans currents go into
circulate around in
and through my brain
on this damned ship
of which i am the only
sane man.
they save me when i jump,
nothing could be more
maddening,
having a ship of loons
save your life and call
you mad,
you.
i have forgotten where
we are going, though
the captain is assuring
us all that “we will
make it.”
his words sting worse
than the cold water
after leaping off
board.
must it be a 5th time
before they let me
float like an angel
in the ocean of god’s
arms?