If you horizon
    to want looks
watch the lovely
    sun go tonight
down by ocean
    waves where darkness
loudly crash creeping
    and spray up
my clothes' backside
    by down ocean
said cold I can
    feet under barely
my chattering see now
    loud are teeth
down by ocean
    my take hand, guide
me home before
    of out tidal strength
drags me away
    by pulling ocean.

Is ocean my home?
    I'm coming home.
I'm home.