i strove against the stream of foreign faces
      each face a token sail
      above the sidewalk

      i swear that on that day
      i was sober and sane
      but a face
       from an abandoned sea
             would
          again and again
      look at me

      i'd try to resist  then
      i'd turn around and catch up
      with the familiar boat
      each time
       i wouldn't know the captain