North toward the border
As stars streak ‘top my head
And I approach the lonely coast…
Before me lies a black hole
That eats the shore and turns it into fish,
Algae, and other weedy sea things.
This Great Lake constantly chomps at the sand
With waves pushed and pulled by the Moon
Far overhead.

The paddle boat I stole slaps her surface
Pushing forward toward her eye.
Without her blinking
I sit here thinking
Shrinking smaller for a while
Under the galaxies and stars draping the sky
All the while being swallowed
By her darkness.

I awaken by the first breath of dawn
Kissing port, and I roll over
To catch the birth of life beneath my boat.
Birth turns to death
And the water to a mirror
As a I lean closer still to see
Who that is beneath
But find it’s only me
Before my face kisses the blackened glass
And she takes another victim
Called to her by her beauty.