77 Words

Formations are all impermanent, 

Cities crumbling into the sea. 

One day too, these stones will disappear.

Swallowed by the mother 

That once bore them to the thinning air. 

Memories, encased in limestone. 

Covered in that barnacled kiss. 

It is suffocating here.

Burned between the traces

of lavender and posy. 

I will be there too,

At the bottom of the sea. 

Shrouded in the sink of silted earth,

Trembling in haunting disregard

of something special. 

Everything is impermanent.