The Vast And Infinite Sky Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have hurt myself again
While the herds of sharks come to look up through the
Impervious versions of waves where the mariposas are dancing
Like untouchable girlfriends;
If sharks could dream of beauty, maybe they could change;
And start to lay off the loves for the carnivals of man-eaters:
And become celibate and fast dreamers in the bottom sands of all of
These selkies to which the sea is always a vast changing room,
And my words are only poor repetitions for the
Meanings that she repeats to herself every night as she finds another good
Reason to go to sleep and then to get up again
While the airplanes fly so high as to be unable to be proven
Through the vast and infinite sky.