Nausea exists in existence,
And not in belly at storm.
It exists outside the body,
A sea raging in yonder sky.
Nausea is body out of sea,
A turtle for dawn’s crows
Poetry out of living by the sea
Nausea exists in existence,
And not in belly at storm.
It exists outside the body,
A sea raging in yonder sky.
Nausea is body out of sea,
A turtle for dawn’s crows