Drent poured his brain into the creek,
A twinkling jack-o-lanting leak,
Then dumped himself into his head
And tippled that out too.
He wove himself as azure thread
Through scarred sea’s blanket blue.
Drent’s self is down in deep sea bed,
He’s in the waves, ‘neath each ship’s crew,
He’s just a drop but still unique
And may be joined if you so seek.