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.
On borrowed time.
The bidstack of your forbears’ endeavour, collapsed into this one moment.
It’s your call.
A breaking wave tears silent white across the red streak of sunrise.