Adrift

years at sea, my pupils blue, i forget where i am to be. thank heavens for daydreams, they come to me, they speak a strange language, they show me a faraway land, they have no water, no unending oblivion, they have roots and trunks, and endless blooms. they live not like the boats here, drifting but going nowhere. they live sovereign, their very own legends. my pupils turn blue.