Paint the ocean purple with
bruises left from punching moments -  
little pains of life,
turbulent winds
in forced water hurricanes;
My fist sweats
in panicked knot.

The beads form a necklace
strangled the breath.
Pupils dilatedin frozen memory
of the sand’s grains parted
through The arrival:
Birthed raw into earth’s womb.

Flapping and panting like beating,
mouths gaping bewildered
in the urgent call.
The pits within swirl,
crazed by the addiction
pulsing in my middle earth.