jellyfishes wander through waves
oblivious to origin
or destination

their breath suffocating
as they meet death,

turn to the silent echoes
drifting through unknown tides
to a place
that doesn’t even welcome them

they linger,
mumbling silent promises
promises to watch sundown
where vision returns
where lungs remember air

jellyfishes,
drowned constellations
lost in the brine
encountered in the shore
unconscious,
always unconscious.

to touch one is to burn
their bodies blaze
too fiercely for flesh

death mistaken by silence.