The ocean breathes
with rhythmic whispers
as sky dissolves and sanity swells.

Time is
absolute geworden,
yet seems so
fragile in these moments.

Patterns emerge
behind closed eyelids,
fractal in their cadence.

The whispers carry tales
through
rooted timbers.

Sand slips
through fingers,
yet the past is an echo never silenced.

Breathe with the waves,
forget,
remember.