I stand where twilight stains the breathing sea, 
and watch the tide unmake the patient shore; 
a darker pulse keeps calling out to me, 
from caverns none have measured or explored. 

the salted wind grows distant in my ears, 
as if the world were folding far away; 
the drowning hush dissolves my lesser fears, 
and draws my restless, earthly weight to sway. 

beneath the glass of fractured moonlit foam, 
I dream of pressure closing soft and slow; 
the deep appears to me a truer home, 
where heavy currents hush the thoughts, I know. 

let me sink where cold and quiet blend, 
and find within that fall my truest end.