III: Imaginary Vessels

oh name of names,

break me into pieces.

scatter me across these shores.

let me linger in the tides,

in the motion of the waves.

the infinite horizon

condenses into

licks of white foam

on sparkling beaches.

shatter me into glass,

slivered lunar shards.

cast me into the deep

to curve like lightning

across the geometry of the sea.

i am a million currents,

the invisible riptide.

every moment is an ebb

within the flowing whole.

the cruel logic of time

flows through the

phases of the moon.

let me roar and hiss

through lightless nights

as the tidal ages pass.

though my bones are Earth,

my blood was made from water

and when my flesh is ground again,

to the ocean i shall return.

from nothing we are shaped;

every image is a metaphor

for the void inside.

our hearts are imaginary,

like the shape of water

that fills every vessel.

• August 2025