The crest breaks the stride,
Also the plummet in which none survive,
She seeks the flats,
Boils, kelp and foam,
The surface held much as she, the shallow, safe reprieve
For as the moon did rise, no haunting of goodbyes came,
And born upon a tables setting,
No struggle nor pretending
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
The crest breaks the stride,
Also the plummet in which none survive,
She seeks the flats,
Boils, kelp and foam,
The surface held much as she, the shallow, safe reprieve
For as the moon did rise, no haunting of goodbyes came,
And born upon a tables setting,
No struggle nor pretending