It's all over now, kid -
take it or leave it.
You cannot carry so much weight upon your shoulders
so if you have to walk,
walk now and walk slowly
but fast enough to catch up with the last wave of shameless sea salt.

You can do this -
can't you?
All too high riding horses once
you've lashed your eyelid open once or twice with disturbed, jumpy branches.
Jumpier than you, higher than you -
You've fallen off the horse now.

How will you get home
if you have already lost your legs
to old, old battles
and your memory
to sad, sad tales?