Human beings,
flesh,
bones,
hungry.
Yelling and begging 
for food.
Begging as I'm begging
for words:
my words,
your words.
Waiting for the fucking light
that will shine on the face:
your beautiful face,
my scared face.
Only the permutations of my eyes
will be able to see
the corners of the reality,
my reality….
my tiny reality
of this drop
into the Ocean.
Meanwhile,
the wood
still waiting
under the rock.