The wave breaks

    And I'm carried into it.

    This is hell， I know，

    Yet my father laughs，

    Chest-deep， proving I'm wrong.

    We're safely rooted，

    Rocked on his toes.

    Nothing irked him more

    Than asking， "What is there

    Beyond death？"

    His theory once was

    That love greets you，

    And the loveless

    Don't know what to say.