It is back.
The swell.
The ocean in me,
Rising,
In a big wave,
Heaving recollections
Against my eyes.
Here I see no one,
In this swell
I am alone
Buried in it.
Breaking
With some memory
Of something.
Alone on my island,
Where I have a view
Of you, you, and you,
Of the secrets in your eyes
Of all the glorious deaths
Of your lucky ones,
In harmony with this end.
Featured image: The Triumph of Death, by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, WikiArt.org.
