Solitary dark 
                          the air pushes..aside   
 
— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette  
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / seafaring language.  
 
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.  
 
I knew and now know I am unhappy and, like most everyone else, I’m not —   

the boat’s cortex holding out ..