Underneath the water, feel the burn again. Trapped against the tension, slowly giving in.
Stern of the ship, hollowed by time. Melting in loss.
Whisper finned conclusions, weaving undertow.
Just above the sea floor, leagues beneath the flow
Oil of dismay, island of waste. Your toxicity.
Magnetic surface, transparent now. Polluted mindscape tainting your name.
Whatever came of all the dirt you said you had washed from your shores?
Nourishing my pores with pressurized refrain. Catch the story’s rising, surfacing again.
Arms open wide, hands greet the face of horizon’s dignity.
Feet are pointed elsewhere, mind is swiveling. Starfish adoration, wise anemone.
Skimming unseen, once more astride vaporal gravity.
Magnetic surface, transparent now. Polluted mindscape tainting your name.
Whatever came of all the dirt you said you had washed from your shores?
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