Hello. I’m Remi… Um yeah that’s all.

Go to sleep—though of course you will not— 
to tideless waves thundering slantwise against 
strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray 
dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, 
scattered and strewn broadcast in over the steady 
car rails! Sleep, sleep! Gulls’ cries in a wind-gust 
broken by the wind; calculating wings set above 
the field of waves breaking. 
Go to sleep to the lunge between foam-crests, 
refuse churned in the recoil. Food! Food! 
Offal! Offal! that holds them in the air, wave-white 
for the one purpose, feather upon feather, the wild 
chill in their eyes, the hoarseness in their voices— 
sleep, sleep … 

-William Carlos Williams