when the sky
turns a shade of blue so dark
that it reflects the deepest parts
of the ocean, and the stars
seem to swim like a thousand tiny sardines
turn your head downwards
and allow your eyes to tumble
down the steep cliff ahead of you
and crash into the sea.
the void is friendly;
calm your breathing.
the curtain of a shadow
caresses your face
as a large manta ray
swoops above you.
it circles like a halo
until a bubble of breath
takes ahold of your face
and you can see.
the current plucks you from your feet
and ferries you east;
you pass the remnants of a ship
and watch as a family of eels
thread their bodies through the rotting wreck
the stars look like
spilled salt spreading across the sky
as you float there, an embryo
another inhabitant of the earth's incubating
womb
they whisper stories
to those who stop
and listen.
you share in your mortal tongue
stories about your life
and they listen.
right now, you are nothing more
than another child of the Earth
and your cosmic siblings
will be seeing you sooner
rather than later.
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
