Here is the evidence
that desire and oblivion
are sisters
separated at birth,
longing incoherently
for reunion.
Here
again
where confused breaking water
collapses in exhaustion
at the end of a forced journey
and is lured back again
for another attempt,
foamy fingers clinging to shifting sand.
Because we know
there is only death in craving,
but know nothing of ourselves
without it.