Submerged. Deeper and deeper I sink into the warm waves of ocean’s spray.

Sunken. Like a ship lost at sea never to return to the slip from which it ported.

Drowned. Forever filled with the fluids of antiquity are my desperate lungs, screaming for air as they become washed away in the tidal ebbs and flows, Moving sands of doubt and fear further inwards;

On this, my inner cove.