This time last year you had dreads.
Such a labyrinth of biology tied by sweat, salt, and blood.
Laced up in a fashion of infirmity,
held together by fleeting desires.

Promises keep us floating.
Like the oxygen inlaced in driftwood.
We're densities, varying.
Fragile like a molecule, but  as durable as atom.

At the mercy of magnetism.
Vibrating deep from the core.
While waiting modestly for…
nature to carry us home.

Follow the coastline.