buried

the abyssal plains engulf wounds,

hatred kept and wronged, frightened passions,

lost art – shifting, floating in those columns –

unexplored, unwanted, unignored -

they are darkened by silt of pressures and in cold

seeps we feed but growth is denied –

filled voids sink ever darker.

for company – black swallows and vipers.

still, meters and miles above,

photoreflections dance, keeping

waving rhythm.

here, perhaps, where surf gathers is promise,

where hours hold us and elements play.

ascending only credits the depths and

trembling threads connect.