what do you see when you close your eye?
the lake that lingers in the shadow of the mind
a glowing net, pulsing with the tide
morph and twist; clench and sift
from static it lifts - the contour abyss
what is that form in the sea substrate?
waves beget waves; dart and dilate
wash away grain, away with the shapes
the meniscus bridge - the horizon line
convex slide into the shadow of the mind
what is that gleam in the caustic depth?
A fae that wisps with ocean breath
A face too familiar harbors latent intent
A twirl so symphonic, casting eddies and wakes
A hug so nurturing; caught bitter embrace
what do you breathe when no air is left?
stuck in the snare of that labyrinthine net
a pull and a tug, stretched from duet
hoisted laid dripping on vessel broadside
its sturdy craft breaks on the horizon line