eye contact

darkness lives in the corners of my eyes,

a saliferous, ephemeral monstrosity,

waiting to devour me

in thalassic absolution.

fractal brine twines,

cloud-stolen,

on an eternal pilgrimage

to become one with the whole.

searing light, fast-swallowed

by the silent screaming deep.

the old gods, forced to the edges and bowels of the world,

wear hollow crowns in submarine graveyards,

wielding the waves as instruments of devout capriciousness.

roiling, churning, yearning—

eternal pelagic dissension.

beguiling discord.

even so,

Poseidon bows to Selene and her attendants.

for he must.

moon-bound are the tides,

bound by sanguine oath.

betwixt the sea and sky, Rán sends her dancing lights,

mystery-shrouded, scintillating beacons on the whale-road,

stealing splendor from the stars.

churning

airborne

tenebrific luminance.

blink, and you’ll miss it.

all of it.