saltweight (23/2/25)

skimming sleep
skirting a dream
swimming in water
with too much salt,
unable to sink
the skin of the surface
as solid, as fluid,
a dull apprehension
that something,
or someone,
grabbing my ankles
from below;
simply no effort
in staying afloat
half my senses
dully erased,
some kind of silence
that’s never been named,
a ‘brinitude’,
or ‘abrineation’?
motion is pointless
verging on reckless
every pore
every cell
scouring, smoothing
every flaw,
a sloughing
discarding
unveiling
disarming,
a contented panic
an unnatural fit,
is this what
it feels like to fly?
is this what
it feels like to die,
to vanish from
everyone’s hearts
and minds?
refraction
contraction
correcting illusions
scatterlight
crystal sleight
crude limitations of sight,
I’m liminal
subliminal,
beyond the reach
of any beach
infinity coolly
attuning the line
between the sea
and the sky.

© 2025 robert greig