Atlantic

We swim in glittering seas.

In black, wind-crazed chop.

In the white-out raindance of a line squall.

We crawl vertically up green slabs of water.

Lie cruciform. Inverted in the face of a wave.

Your eternal restlessness is as nothing here.

Underwater

Breathless.

On borrowed time.

The bidstack of your forbears’ endeavour, collapsed into this one moment.

It’s your call.

Look up.

A breaking wave tears silent white across the red streak of sunrise.

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