Standing knee-deep in waves it could otherwise 

Drown in,

Reaching toward the water,

Black with tears and blood and bad memories,

A body standing aimlessly, dead before

Drowning.

 

Kneeling in the current, frozen

To the bone,

Sinking hand into sand,

Slowly dissipating but never ending like

Forever-salt in the very

Bones.

 

Lying under the current, seeing

Blurs

Of the world that keeps going on,

An invisible spectre trapped in other-world panic,

So habituated all it knows is numbness

Blurs.

 

Darkness without

Stars

Hangs over the abyss of a creature

Withering into a crystal corpse,

Soaking in the excess waste of lost and forgotten

Wish-stars.