Cold silver ocean,
Descends,
Dampening woes,
Replace the race,
Albeit,
As far back as it goes,
Blackness grows,
Yet sun chinks,
At mercurial thread,
Bleeding into my skin,
Feeding my head,
With unreadiness,
That curates,
This fusion,
And tingles,
My heartbeat,
Creating static,
And welding my feet,
Everything’s on repeat.