Moving slowly...against time...patiently majestic...
the cyclops...in the ocean...meets no Ulysses...

Through the night...he  sighs...throbbing against the
shore...declaring...for the adventure...

A wall of gray...gathered by a slow touch...slash and
slither...through the waiting screens...separating into nod-
ules…making my panes...accept the touch...

Not content...to watch my frightened gaze...he clamors
beneath the sash...dancing on my sill...

Certain to die...when the sun...returns...