casting

I used to think I’d find a quiet peace there

scatter my ashes, I’d say,

and solace would find me in its depths

something comforting about 

a sightless sea

to just exist 

nowhere to look back 

movement for no end

still the plates shift 

so I don’t have to,

sound waves sprint through

    my stomach

    my thighs

    my eyes 

and the eternal noise 

floods my mind with murky waters 

surrounded and secluded

so close to the core, 

a grounding magnetism 

that promised to realign

a timeless middle ground doesn’t need a 

finale

yet I always return reaching for that light

aware that the angler’s teeth will sink through

and back to the surface I’ll float

all for one last bond

or at least the rippling reflection of it

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