the abyss spread everywhere

its dust

you and i were underground

watching through a snake hole

no it's true 

it's not normal or everything is

til we stop looking 

we can't

i want an elegant anagram

for the sound

of a hole being doug

my paddle for a spoon

my skin rimed

in a skin boat 

a bay of luminous organisms

constellations suddenborn 

of darkness and returning

as i pass in my borrowed skin boat leaking

it makes me want to utter something profound

to the night sky 

add my puffs of breath to puffy night clouds to constellations

reflected in the island bay in me in a memory me

going out going in going in and out going going 

regaining land i felt my legs as a water spider

awkward grace walking down a fire trail

a mattress in a turnaround stains and frost shining

dispossessed in a landscape 

seen from the sky