Angling

I fell so far so fast,

spiraled out of control,

lost myself in you,

a thief in the light,

appearing like a god

or some apparition,

a figment of consecration

taking my whatisit? right

out of my body, taking me

far from my shores,

gravity gone,

crescent moon waxing at me

waning from me—

a witness to my own ebb,

tidying tiding into pools,

beached into sea-salted sand,

silt dribbled on foundationless castles,

dessicated in the wind,

dunes of me

supporting sea oats,

waving to whatever

remains at sea,

the blood-heavy water

crashing in diagonal waves,

finding variables, searching

for the inconsistent

hypotenuse.