lux aeterna

I see.

I see that you need these words, these thoughts,

to keep yourself moving.

To keep yourself lifted, off the sand.

Not quite surfaced, not quite sunk.

But you’re floating.

You see yourself as an endless sea,

Filled with color and wonder.

Unreachable depths made of the blackest black

The absence of light.

You believe you are in each drifting weed

Each flashing fish,

Like thoughts in your void

Poking about,

Then diving into the rocks.

You can feel the cold around you.

You shiver, your skin prickling,

The light glimmering across your arms.

A world of blue.

With every pinch of cold

Every knife-like tingle

Your skin contains you.

You float in the ocean,

And it contains you.

You do not contain it.