I remember the sea
But I can’t remember much else.
The rushing flow piercing my skin
As the vultures mark their newest prey
The quiet subtle passing breeze
Abandoning me for another tide, just another ride
The humble ticking destruction within the crash
Tucked neatly between the lines
The roaring, impulsive waves of my intuition
Begging for the abolition of my guilty conscience
The warm and bitter sand under my dementia
Hiding silently in the shadows of my delirium
The sweet, salty taste of the immersion
Only to resurface alone–suffocating
The steady drowning in the green acid
Believing I’d never breathe again
But, as I stand at the highest peak of forgiveness
Trembling under this new light
While the angels sing of my sudden salvation
I understand my sacrifice, your simple demise.
I understand my compromise.
So while I remember the sea
I refuse to remember much else.