Poem- Fishing for Charybdis

A prose poem. It's emo , but I enjoy the aesthetic.

Fishing for Charybdis A terrible blue, the ocean, swelling on for endless miles in every direction. And a sky the same, stretched tight like skin over bones, a breath away from my face. It presses in, expectant; waiting for me to swallow its stillness and drown. I lie on my back to escape the stifle. I've been lying on my back for weeks. How long exactly, I do not know-- the sun rises and falls and I... I have lost track of my yesterdays.
My lips are cracked and my tongue lies like a bloated salamander in my throat. When I dream, I dream of cormorants and ships passing in the night. When I cannot dream, I dream of stars whirling slowly overhead-- stars in a universe of infinite dimension-- so large that every point is its exact center. And here I drift, at the very center of a vast cosmos, center to center to center.
There are rumors of mountains and verdant greens, of edges before and to come, but under the beating sun the mind can fall prey to many illusions. Which way lies madness? I've yet to know wind, or waves, or anything but sky and clouds and the shadows of clouds upon water. How long since I have tasted rain? Days and nights pass and still there are dawns, still I remain-- supine aboard this flotsam vessel, this crude assembly lashed together from twisted charnel and the splinters of something bigger, weathered and crusted with salt. My hair trails in matted strings as untold monsters pass beneath, bearing me along their secret ways. It is by this that I know I am moving, but there is no meaning for me in mere motion. I no longer hunger or thirst, but neither do I die. I taste death, but like the sea I cannot drink of it deep.
Unless I have already succumbed, and lie dead even now. But if I am dead, it is a death much akin to life-- vast and horizonless, the same terrible blue, drifting and dreaming of cormorants and ships passing in the night.


Background Image by Gilad Benari

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