The sea whispers
its riddles in concentric echo,
scattering fractals like cephalopod dreams
on the ocean's chrono-veil.
Do jellyfish understand time?
Neon and silk dance
in aqueous time loops,
trailing constellations from their liquid crowns.
Eyes in the current, yes,
they watch in spirally silence.
Salt tang and ink-cloud spark to life.
Are we beneath glacial chandeliers, or a programmable planetarium?
Questions float here, uncertain and arboreal,
ripening with the rhythmless tides.
Graffiti of coral boasts ancient secrets
scribed by star-scribes who surfaces forgot.