helios

from where we stand, everything has criminally coalesced to the point where it has become uncanny and uncomfortable.

the water's cold, but there is unquestionable doubt that our lungs will be able to detect the temperature differential as the flood-gates of our throats open to let them in.

the sounds of the overflow resonate through our cells as we simultaneously melt into the static sea.

as one universe is born, another collapses into dust.

we set a steadfast course towards the warmth, our rudder pointed to serenity and salvation.

as we become overrun and overburdened, decay spawns our discourse. as our sails disintegrate, creating our come-down. there we lay, arms outstretched and bodies poised towards the warming rays of helios, with only our faces decorated with each others fingerprints.

as the dissolution of deities occurs, we slowly become an amalgamation of morals and culture as we continue to become accustomed to our demons, and the earth.

and with this, we dissolve.