No-Man

Call me No-Man
I will teach you
The meaning of strife

Watch me sink
Or swim
In the belly of a wail
Just a stone’s throw
From a sandcastle
Bucket in the sky

Row your boat
Asunder watch me
Spit or swallow
My pride

Tie forget-me knots
To a paradox before
Graduate schools of fish
Watch me sink
Or swim in the deep
End of knowledge

It’s not the size
Of the No-Man
On an island

It’s the emotion
Of the ocean
Under the weather