Along the Ocean Floor

March 18th 2024

The fish began to dart

about in the dark depths

where I found myself

stumbling upon the cold

slumber of a lost ship

while mumbling to myself

in the midst of all this

laid an old wooden chest

in a divot in the sand

where it once came to rest

and witnessed only by

the fish was my name

left scrawled in the grain

of the walnut boards

decomposing in this place

as if in disintegration and

decay was a newfound

creation of profound peace

swept up in the currents

and consumed by the sea.

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