Meh.

SEAMEN

Of course I remember:
last I heard,
they were stranded on a plane
of false truths,
clinging to the sails
as if a change of wind
would break them,
and surfing the crowd
as if keeping afloat
would protect them
from the Deep Blue Seers
as if staying shallow
would camouflage the ocean floor:
ripples over barrier reefs
erasing lines drawn in the sandbars
eroding restlessness
truncating pillars of wisdom
from the pantheon of reflected constellations