Mariana Trench; nautical sphinx;
a junkyard Atlantis of coral bones.
This heart, this argonaut papered
in a glass-sharp origami. This eyelid
shivering like the silk of benthos.
This spine folded into the arch
of a seahorse. Volcanoes rustling
in the viscera. Ocean-pith arsenic.
I don’t trust your perfect sanctuaries
filled with things that gleam in feathers;
those bellringers fitted with bird-hymns.
Instead, I gem this darkness, depths of
tourmaline. Live & splendor among those
that teach the blindness of speech to skin.