Endless Sea

You like to write
about what appears
infinite, the hungry
ocean and what
it stands for, what
swims underneath.
Again and again
the monstrous limbs
take you until even
you can’t recall why
this all began. Sunken
in your memories
a lighthouse dims
and the harbor’s jaws,
churning teeth among
open waters, widen
until nothing seems
safe anymore, drink
in the deep until sky
and sea cease to be
meaningfully distinct.