i go out, or i end up swept out, it’s inconsequential to the tides; human agency shrinks before the moon, the sea, the things older than me that dominate my subconscious
i’m always neck deep, no sea floor within reach of my feet, treading water until the sun sets, watching torches appear on the land
i’m always neck deep, no sea floor within reach of my feet, treading water until the sun sets, watching torches appear on the land
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then darkness, the water turns cold, i can still see the foggy shape of the stone arch but i’m drifting out of reach
and the dream logic dictates: “you’ll tire out soon. you’ll slip under, soon. when the last torch is out, the water will close over your head.”
but this dream keeps coming back to me; same towns, same path, same trees and same sea