The tide is seeping slowly out,
with the shifting pull of celestial bodies
tracing circles through the dark.
Let the waves of our breath upon oceans roll
and so carry us out to sea;
to find what lies between the water and the sky.
Should we get lost, our branching nerves
will map our way past crumbling stars;
with sails set,
we wait upon the docks.
behind our sealed skin
that relays out and relays in
yet tries to grasp what lies across
that infinite recession,
vast and undefined;
we can not take our ship there,
We must leave it all behind there.
breathe deep into the asymptote
and watch it fade away.
within the infinite
and through our pores
the water meets the sky here
the water is the sky here