I understand how it is
to become mesmerized
by a sea 

siren. I’ve had my own
Ondine. I’ve wanted
to destroy immortality with my mouth 

and hands. Had my own Rose
too—have followed the unraveling
of all tapestry 

in motion. It’s a disturbed drive
to erase all plot
to revel in what remains—a face 

framed just for me.