A place to hold those unshed tears.
Tears for the gaps, the too big spaces,
Tears for the needs that pass, unmet,
Gathering in a salty vault,
Just behind the sternum;
A hard salty crust forming,
Adding a razor sharp edge.
Imagine this dark vault;
Inside it a dark pool;
A pool of salt tears,
A bottomless pool,
A black hole of salt,
And water,
Black hole,
Salt crusted rim;
Tiptoe to the edge.
Peer into the depths.
Into the depths.
Don't think,
Just plunge
Into the bottomless
Salty depths.
Salt water in your mouth,
Salt water in your ears,
Blackness in all directions.
Down
Down
Until there's
No direction,
No direction,
All directions.
Black
Wet
Salty.
Plunging.
Dissolving
Dissolving in
Black salt water
Dissolving in
Endless depth
Dissolving.
Un-personned
Nothing to hold (onto)
Nothing to reach (for)
Just water
Salt
Black.
Centuries.
Galaxies.
Formless
Dissolved
Nowhere.
Everywhere.
Salt water cradling.
Salt water holding.
A cell. Two. Four.
Eight and sixteen.
Splitting.
Forming.
Becoming.
Arriving
Back at the start.
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