In uncertainty, my skeleton crawls to the outside
I fear that which I am not permitted to understand
For reasons of time or circumstance
The skitter jitter jams myself out of possession
Uncomforted, deconfident
Limbs in the tidal regurgitation
Am I to be digested by this ocean?
Wonder ceases, alignment demolished
One becomes many and scatters across the sand
Day and night are meaningless in mare conditions
Discomfort in skin can't compare to bone
My antennae are broken
Out of touch with their home
Roman Ryan 