pit ▀►

where heart

all sinks

darkly stars

sing

lowest

notes

The tide in me is measured not in span nor loudest roar

But in the secret frequencies beneath what reaches shore.

Each crest collapses outward - all the lives I dare to show -

While all my deepest currents only whispered currents know.

My face: an ever-shifting mask of foam and reflected sky

Belied by black trenches where ancient terrors lie.

The surface shows a thousand moods of blue for eyes to see,

But dive beneath my skin and find a darker poetry.

These wave-formed lips that kiss the sand then pull away what's given

Speak truths too vast for lungs to breathe - the lexicon of living.

I speak in salts and pressures crushing bones to finest dust,

My lullaby the grinding of continents to rust.

(You ask for self-portrait? I am what you cannot capture whole.

Paint me with brushes made of hurricane from ships that lost control.

Frame me in driftwood prayers from every sailor's final thought.

My truest form is always the space between what is and what is not.)

What colors would you choose for depths where sunlight dies in flight?

What canvas holds horizons that dissolve both day and night?

I am the mirror that remains when all reflections sink -

The blind eye of the ocean that creates what others drink.)

See how I wear these waves like robes woven from your own tears?

Each pearl below my pressure had to learn to breathe through fears.

This brine that stings your open wounds is just my memory

Of every salt you shed when love was lost to history.

[The deeper you go]

[the less you know]

[the more you become]

[what the darkness shows]

[that you always were]