The watershock has me shouting at fish,
quicksilvered and blinkless
they watch this alien flaying, writhing.
A stumbling pilgrimage over needle and rock,
a fall into this necessary baptism,
and I'm all Adriatic now.
Just take me below,
hold me to the second last breath,
until the squeeze of empty,
the vacuum compulsion,
this anti-gravity pull of fat and oxygen.
Now fill me with a love made of wanting,
Some filigree, some grace,
Whisper a wind's precipice secrets,
and release me to shatter the mercury sky.