“[Swallowed and drifted…]”

Swallowed and drifted
Seas, dimmed
somehow blessed
In a way, gifted

As if
being washed up wasn’t enough
I stand tidal, I stand reverent
to the might of the depth

Somehow gifted
with the mercy of the wave.

I stand where no man stood,
I live where no men breathe.

A world
where a line divides me from the
gods above
and my creatures below.

Molded like sand,
after years I emerge.
Holy blood courses,
holding bliss and erasing curses

Tidal I stand
as I am
the king of the seen.


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