Enfant Terrible

tried to reveal what i could see,
and it's strange [wouldn't let me go].
to see this secretly, to lay with it
turning in my head was too much.

i fell out of step,
and the slopes here are steep and slickery.
i can see the water for miles,
dark and stretching in a yawn.

the lighthouse searches,
and there is no ship in sight.
there is something in the gull's distant cry.
meridian is not my name.