At Sea - June 8, 2000 A sudden coldness grasps me and the pain twists inside so that breathing is now an option as opposed to being a necessity. And like a cool stilletto the words carve a neat line through the fog. And carefully I pour the words, the thoughts, onto a white page. And watch them sail like so much flotsam into the sea - where it struggles to stay afloat only to sink once more. -title by KS