like hull

untold, the exits.
we're all incepted
and begging for purpose
in place of directives.
can't wake, the rest is
necessary to unfold.

colder than wrist clasps
kissing at crush depth.
facing the void
to be reft. quaking
in hushed gasps and
quick-snapped molds.

float now, stirred
in spirit. upended raft
the last home,
the next precious breath
in seafoam. lovely dark
glittering, swallowing gold.