On and on I swam at the cusp of my ceasing
I swear the last pelagic thought propelled me there
Docility I kept in fingers wrapped as weeds
And when I wore my barest breath the tides were paired
Elegiac and wired for sounds of seas and seeing
I tore my skiff and choked upon your falling air
I spanned the shore to shore, unfastened my safety belt
My needy lungs heaved for a sinking we could share