rows of small squares on folded sea charts remote trapdoors marking sinking hearts shades of palest blue where we climbed the masts and kicked black holes through the one-way glass
when we struck sky yeah it poured down light yeah it poured down light as if to say you’re still part of something you’d let go when you sank so low like an ember thrown into the depths that tried to burn alone
beacons glow softly then disappear between the flashes they whisper
i’m still here
to a boy by a fjord it felt like love but here the urgent sea eats the soft light up
when we struck sky yeah it poured down night yeah it poured down night as if to say you’re still a stranger to yourself moving shell to shell that the rainbow’s spell is only meant for bluebirds and the angels
well we still flew like we could never fall so high the sea looked very small