How did we settle for so little?
When did we migrate back
to the sea floor?
At one point I saw
our last days as children,
at one point I saw starfish
shored against the ruins,
drowning in ten directions.
In the empty space
we used to breathe,
something other than remaining:
a life in tides less current.
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
How did we settle for so little?
When did we migrate back
to the sea floor?
At one point I saw
our last days as children,
at one point I saw starfish
shored against the ruins,
drowning in ten directions.
In the empty space
we used to breathe,
something other than remaining:
a life in tides less current.
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