The
shallow
waters pool
between my toes
shoreline shark vigils:
hungry liquid shepherds.

I wade past respectfully...
I am no seal, to be broken
littoral edges drawn crestfallen
the point of no empyreal return.

Crepuscular accession, immersion
salt stinging my eyes as I gill bliss,
pressure slowly crushing my lungs
burst capillaries tandem,
bones imploding in deep
thought actinism.

An organic
plight to make
the lost
light.