the house I built on stilts in the shore still

sways in the evening tide and waves

in an eroding fray on even the brightest day

we will sink and be cast out in a dying

hand always dealt

a home becomes planks and pieces to

shards splinter through seasons and seasons

with my bones as flesh gives to the flaying blade of decay

dark is vast and free but to be lost in eternity

as my home in the sea is where a marked skeleton

with lost teeth wrote glory in the sands once

uncovered from burial in my plea

to the ocean