Ship-wreck

I don't live off the sun or
of the wind that blows
I don't live off the stars
or the moon that shines
I don't live off the coast
or on the beaches of sand
I am stranded in middle
of the ocean like the old
ship's wreck that is buried
invisible to all eyes but
to those deep fishes which
swim through my chambers
that are never seen on
the surface of the ocean
nor are touched by the
waves that lash your shores

I don't live off the floor
of the ocean that is dark
I don't live off the saline
dark water of the ocean
I don't live off the rust
that corrodes me over
I am breathing through
the tiny pores that these
rusts have made over me
through which life breathes
and lets me see the ocean
even in the dark endless
expanse where no light
has ever been seen or where
no fire has ever let, where
no love of yours ever lived.