The vessel it rest in my vision
Devoid of any substance from which to carry
But I can see the ocean waves
They are beating at the shores of its beautifully chipped rim
Overflowing from its cliffs and onto – into my being.
Hot, then cold. It burns and it aches.
Filling me with its dark matter, its dark salty water.
It bores a pit, a void from within.
Darkness builds and I am left tired.
Tired from within.