15:24 PM

Chill day grows

darker, light streams

away into

unreachable past,

becomes memory

to seed

the distant dawn

when it cracks

open in a soaked

nest under bare branches -

as the old memory

of the night arrives triumphant

in a rising tide,

carrying you, 

until at the height of heaven

it washes over you

struggling there

at the dusk,

without an ark

beyond sleep.

So you drowning drift

down, detritus

of the abyssal ocean,

into crushing depths

where ghosts swimming

into existence,

changed by death,

welcome you. They

are not unkind,

companions

of the long darkness,

whose dreams

and hopes skeletons

littering the ocean floor

are your shared life.

17.11.2025