tonight the syntax of the sea spells silent
some of the transgendered time
shelved under its past, tensed swells;
in the future continuous gerund of being.
hesitant lanterns afar predicating the present
tensed boats invisibly vacillating sans prepositions;
printed on its shore are crustacean vowels
with no waves to erase the mythical
grammar, looking like prefixed engravings
on old volumes of illegible sermons
or affixes of graffiti on forebodingly fallen street walls
of a subordinate ,bracketed ghetto.